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CHICOPEE, MA 01013-2839 

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Elmata Class of 1935 

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Chicopee, Massachusetts 


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His Excellency of Springfield, 

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who, as founder of our college, opened to us the por- 
tals of baccalaureate honors, in thoroughly Christian 
surroundings and a Catholic atmosphere; who, as the 
Beloved President of our college, has been, by his 
wholehearted and open-handed interest in our academic 
attainments and advantages, a constant inspiration to 
our scholastic ambitions; who, our friend of friends, 
recommended our college so highly to our Holy Father 
that he raised our Right Reverend Vice-President to 
the dignity of the purple during our senior year, we, 
the members of the Class of 1935, gratefully and affec- 
tionately dedicate this, our Class Book. With this 
dedication go our assurance of abiding loyalty to Our 
Lady of the Elms, and a solemn promise to emulate 
your great and generous example by striving to advance 
her sacred cause to the utmost of our limited ability. 
These inadequate words of dedication are our fervent 
"Thank You" for all you have enabled Our Lady of 
the Elms to do for us. 

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As well as words may convey a sentiment, let 
these, our phrases, record the story of the realization 
of a cherished ambition — work and play and the 
formation of lasting friendships in an ideal collegiate 
setting. We have found all three during the past 
four years, and the setting has been all that we could 
demand of it. Now we are anxious to review our 
activities with our readers, so that they may enjoy in 
some small degree what our Class of '35 has enjoyed 
to the fullest extent, and will always enjoy in retro- 
spect. If, as we paint the picture of our college days, 
our strokes do not seem quite steady, it is because 
of the sadness with which we anticipate the day of 
our graduation, our "commencement" — and yet the 









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To Our Faculty 

Who have encouraged our faltering footsteps to ascend 
the heights of knowledge, who have overlooked our fre- 
quent lapses, and have always been ready to help us as we 
tried again, we wish to express our gratitude, and to assure 
them that all these efforts have not been wasted. At times, 
we may have seemed unappreciative, and have thought 
ourselves desolate and alone in the overwhelming vastness 
of learning's field, hut we realize, now that our step has 
grown gradually more steady and sturdy, that our goal 
would have been unattainable without your willing guid- 
ance. You have given us confidence — confidence in our- 
selves, our ideals, our ambitions, our training. Gratitude 
alone can never repay the debt we owe to you, but we 
shall try to make our lives an enduring proof of our appre- 
ciation, and of the lasting power of your example, your 
sympathetic understanding, and eager self-sacrifice. May 
God and His Blessed Mother guide and prosper you and 
our beloved Alma Mater always. 

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Senior Class Officers 

President: Frances D. Haruiman 
Vice-President : Ruth M. Grady 
Secretary: Alice R. Moline 

Treasurer: M. Gertrude Fisk class Colors 

Purple and Silver 

Class Flower 


"Joy filled your laughing days." 

"They call me Dodo,'' she told us, and, of course, everyone thought of that time-worn 
extinction, and perhaps expected that here was the very same. But it wasn't long before we dis- 
covered that ours was a very paradoxical "Dodo." Dead a couple of hundred years? Well, we 
are here to shout in chorus. No! Very much alive, especially when it came to pillow fights and 
tennis. Our "Dodo" also sings. Ah yes! 

But "Dodo" can also be very serious, and we know a far different personality when Doris, 
with flashing eye and vehement gesticulations, assures you that debating is a womanly as well as 
a manly accomplishment. She could argue Cicero to a frazzle (if he isn't that already), and make 
Demosthenes swallow his pebbles, and yet she would never yield a point — not even to save Demos- 
thenes from choking. There is also "Dodo" the student, and we, perfectly willing to believe any- 
thing, just marvel at her objections in Philosophy. But doubtful in this, she is gullible in other 
things, while we, — but then as the sages say, "Comparisons are odious." There is "Dodo" the 
punster. The fun is just begun whun "Dodo" runs upun a pun, for thun come muny, muny puns! 
( Pun our word, we didn't mean all that.) Again, there is "Dodo" the dreamer, "Building her 
beautiful castles of dreams all bright and fair" — and making some of them come true. 

May you reach the place of dreams someday, "Dodo." If ever you want to hurry in your 
climb to the stars, try a fire escape. You might come down more quickly than you went up, but 
then, there are the stairs as a last resort. Maybe someday, when you are old and gray, you may be 
allowed to use an elevator. May you keep your dreams forever, and may the laughter in your eyes 
never fade. 

Basketball, 1, 2, 3, Captain, 1; Debating Club, 1, 2, Vice-President, 3, President, 
4; Dramatic Club, 1, 2, 3, 4; President Metaphysical Club, 3; Social Action 
Club, 4; Le Cercle Francais. 1, 2, 3, 4; Sodality; Editor-in-Chief of "Elmata"; 
Chairman of Favors, Junior Prom; Oratorical Contest, 2, 4; Class Valedictorian. 



"Hel-lo everybody," — a greeting warm, generous' and whole-hearted. These adjectives 
describe so well a personality vibrant in the Senior class. "Cath" isn't very big, but her lovely, 
gracious manner and her talent for drawing have made her quite necessary to our Senior happiness. 

Under her direction, our Junior Prom became the most beautifully decorated of them all. 
Because of this, "Cath" has been further complimented by again being selected as chairman of decora- 
tions for our Senior Ball. The drawings in our year-book come from her pen. Throughout these past 
four years, that pen has been at her class's disposal, and has never failed us. 

"Cath" is a good listener. Comfort and patience await a friend in trouble. The fact that 
she delights in a friend's success as she would in her own makes her a pal worth having. 

"Cath" knows everybody and everyone knows "Cath." At the concerts, at the Proms, it is 
always, "Hello, everybody," answered by "Hello, Cath', it is good to see you." May that be our 
blessed privilege many a time and oft in the days to come! 

Art Editor of the "Elmata" ; Chairman of Decorations, Junior Prom; Chairman 
of Decorations, Senior Prom; Dramatic Club, 1, 2, 3, 4; Glee Club, 1, 2, 3, 4; 
Metaphysical Club, 3; Social Action Club, 4; Athletic Association, 1, 2; Sodality; 
Le Cercle Francais. 1, 2, 3, 4; College Play, 4. 

Dorothy is indeed a dreamer, but one who manages to make her dreams come true. She spins 
her web of ideals, and her gossamer threads of beauty, and produces in reality a concrete realization 
of her dreams. Unlike most dreamers, she never fails to crystallize her noble thoughts into actions, 
or to give expression to her visions of poetry. A keen wit, she shines as a conversationalist; she 
can talk to you about anything, books, science, history, yes, even "singing." 

"Dowdy's" freshman days saw her gain glory as a "soap-box" orator, and as a scaler of fire 
escapes par excellence. She has held many offices during her four years, but graced none as she did 
that of leader of the "Jesse James" club, which specialized in French beds and reversed bureau 
drawers. Her abilities demand for their recounting a more capable pen than this one. If we were 
to invent a new adjective, we could call her "straight-A" Dorothy, for she was an A scholar, a 1009r 
frolic maker, and a top-notch friend. The shades of time will naturally take away from us some of 
our precious college souvenirs, but we are confident that the years cannot obliterate this personality 
composed of "sugar and spice and everything nice." 

Class Secretary, 3; Debating Society, 2, 3, 4; Athletic Association, I, 2, 4; 
Basketball, 1, 2, 3; Dramatic Club, 1, 2, 3, 4; Le Cercle Francats, 1, 2, 3, 4; 
Vice-President of Metaphysical Club. 3; President of Social Action Club, 4; 
General Chairman, Junior Prom; Chairman of Refreshments, Senior Prom; Col- 
lege Play, 3, 4; Class Will, 4; Commencement Orator; Sodality; Associate Editor 

of "Elmata." 



67 Hilltop Ave., Providence, R. I. 

"The world stands out on either side 
No wider than the heart is wide." 

We who have lived with Clare know how wide her world must be. It is a lovely place, 
and we, who have had the pleasure of sharing it for even a little while, know that her world is, and 
will ever be, a happy one. A person with a heart as warm and friendly as Clare's cannot fail to 
be well liked wherever she goes, and college days served only to add to her hosts of friends. 

It is hard to analyze Clare's personality. It is rather enigmatical. Hard-pressed for a thumb- 
nail description, one would look puzzled, and proffer, "Unsophisticated sophisticate.'' Very para- 
doxical, indeed. Sophisticated she is, when dressed from head to toe in the latest fashion, she trips 
into a waiting roadster, and is whisked to points east, north and south, footballing, theatre-going or 
just plain week-ending. Unsophisticated is she, when with a gay crowd she plays tag (Ah, days 
of my youth, you haven't gone yet!), tears around making "french beds," tries an occasional ride 
in the elevator, and dashes, windblown and breathless, "Just a half minute late for class!" 

You'll keep your cosmopolitanism, Clare, but through it, your heart of gold will shine forth, 
brightening the darkness of a weary world, making it a finer place to live in because your inspiring 
presence will add light and leading to this sad old earth that must borrow its mirth. 

Sodality, Vice Prefect, 3, Prefect, 4; Dramatic Club, 1, 2, 3, 4; he Cercle Fran- 
cats, 1, 2, 3, 4; La Corte Castellana, 1, 2, 3, 4; Glee Club, 1, 2; Debating Club, 
3; Class Historian; Athletic Association, 1, 2, 3, 4; Social Action Club, 4; 
Metaphysical Club, 3; Chairman of Favors, Senior Prom. 


"Alas, how jew there are who strike in us a cord we knew existed, but seldom heard. 

Upon entering a room containing the Senior class, individuals stand out, "Millie" among 
them. You would be met with a smile — such a lovely characteristic, that smile. It's a "glad" one. 
It fades only in sorrow for a friend's unhappiness, and even then it appears, dimmed with sympathy 
in her eyes. For "Millie" is a glad" person: glad to be alive and glad to help you. We like her — 
that is inevitable. We admire her studiousness, her unfailing energy, and her cooperation in every 
school and class activity. 

"Millie" is a member of nearly every club, working for them all with enthusiasm and com- 
plete loyalty and abandon. Junior year she was on the class debating team. She has been our class 
song leader for two years. These very different responsibilities were filled to perfection by "Millie. 
She sings, does "Millie," even before our most difficult exams. Just ask her the words to the latest 
popular air. If she doesn't know it yet. she will by tomorrow. 

It is nice to know that "Millie" is always the same, glad and kind, with an occasional burst 
of temper that does us all good. When saying "adieu" to her we couple our farewell with an 
earnest prayer that we may meet often. 

Sodality; Debating Society, 2, 3; Dramatic Society, 1, 2, 3, 4; Metaphysical 
Club, 3; Social Action Club, 4; Glee Club, 1, 2, 3, 4; Le Cercle Francais, 2, 3, 4. 

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29 Pomona Rd., Worcester, Mass. 

"Yew «>e W/« encloied well 
In amber or some crystal shell." 

Were we to set ourselves the labor of delineating the character of a complex genius, we are 
positive that such a task would not equal that of attempting to analyze this delectable fluff of fem- 
ininity who boasts five feet (so she says), but whom we scornfully designate as 4-ft. 11-in. But 
then, small packages are proverbial for the value of their contents, and our Lilliputian is no exception 
to the rule. Quiet of humor, calm of disposition, she has a perseverance in her studies that has 
occasioned many a less fortunate person to marvel at her will power to shut her eyes to all diversion 
and apply all her energies to her books. Books, however, can't make a schoolgirl's world, and they 
didn't make "Judy's." She hearkened to the call of the books, but was responsive to other calls, too. 

She joined in the fun, and managed to wait for a lull, and then she would inject her own 
witticisms, which like the title of an Alger book, were slow but oh so sure in their results. 

A picture of "Judy" is hardly complete without a reference to "Shorty." As a Mutt and 
Jeff, they excelled the originals. Their friendship began the day they looked at each other and 
little, petite, subdued, quiet "Gert" greeted tall, cool, assured Stella with the words "Well, if it 
isn't Shorty!" and Stella responded with "Hello Judy." Why "Judy "? We don't know unless it's 
suggestive of somebody sweet — in a tea apron — with a cozy atmosphere; unless it suggests those 
small, unobtrusive things in life that somehow don't push themselves forward or attract a great deal 
of attention, but can bring the most lasting pleasure, as Gertrude's presence has brought us. 

Sodality; he Cercle Francais, 1, 2, 3, 4; Glee Club, 1, 2, 3, 4; Dramatic Club, 
1, 2, 3, 4; Secretary of Metaphysical Club, 3; Social Action Club, 4; Class 
Treasurer, 4; Athletic Association, 1, 2, 3, 4; College Play, 4. 




185 Lenox Ave., Pittsfield, Mass. 



"May your friends be as true to you as you are to them.' 

Four years ago, from the Berkshire Hills, there came to us a quiet, unassuming young lady 
who even now possesses these same qualities. 

Although quiet, "Ceil" became well known to all of us and well liked by all of us. From 
the first, it seemed we couldn't know her better nor like her more. Yet, each year, we did find 
ourselves knowing her better and liking her even more. 

Her ever-present cheerfulness, her many kindnesses and her generous consideration toward 
all, made her one of the most popular figures on the campus. 

"Ceil's" actions spoke for her — for she was always there ever ready and willing to lend a 
helping hand when a helping hand was needed. Not for gratitude did she render these kind services, 
but because by nature she is thoughtful and never forgets the feelings and sensibilities of others. 

We all appreciated "Ceil", although she may not have known it. We feel sure that these 
fine qualities she possesses will endear her as much to those with whom she associates in future 
years as they have to us — her classmates of '35. 

Sodality; Dramatic, 1, 2, 3, 4; Glee Club, 1, 2, 3, 4; Social Action Club, 4; 
Metaphysical Club, 3; La Corte Castellana, 1, 2, 3, 4; Athletic Association, 1, 2, 
3, 4; Basketball, 1, 2. 

"Accomplishments iter? native to her mind 
And winning grace her every act refined." 

Yes, indeed, this daughter of the Green Mountains, was a very accomplished young lady: 
her record among us proves it. She was active in all lines, being one of our best students, a most 
talented violinist, an eloquent speaker and an all-round sport. 

Although conscientiously studious, Mary, nevertheless, found time to enter whole-heartedly 
into our social life, where she displayed a keen interest and an easy graciousness. 

Mary believed in working hard and playing hard. She set us a splendid example, for she 
proved thorough in her assignments, ambitious in her plans and valuable in her suggestions. She 
was proficient in the fine arts as well as in the useful ones, and her marked personality, intellectual 
poise and power and keen sense of values spell a strong character that knows no such word as fail. 

Weighing everything calmly and prudently, being ever sincere, straight-forward and eminently 
successful, Mary leaves a memorable impression on the students of O. L. E. 

Knowing that success treads on the heels of all who believe "that genius is a talent for hard 
work," we're confident that Mary will ever be successful and make us as proud of her in after years 
as we were in college days. 

Sodality; Dramatic Club, 1, 2, 3, 4; Orchestra, 1, 2, 3, 4; Metaphysical Club, 3; 
Social Action Club, i ; La Corte Castellana, 1, 2, 3, 4, Secretary, 3; Athletic 
Association, 1, 2, 3, 4; Basketball, 1, 2, 3, Captain, 2; Oratorical Contest, 2; 
Class Day Speaker. 


1387 Bay Rd., Springfield, Mass. 


'"Tis toils reward that sweetens industry, 
As love inspires with strength the enraptur'd thrush. 

A whirl of a motor, a car glides up to the front door, a young girl jumps out, mounts the 
steps and lo! Mary makes her debut at the Elms. We were not long in discovering that Mary's 
ability was not confined alone to adroitness in handling her car. Whenever the reputation of the 
Class of '35 as Historians began to quiver Mary invariably put new life into it with one of her 
perfect and definite statements. Yes, Mary's pet subject is History and she nobly acquits herself 
in that class whether it is a question of Ancient, Medieval, or Modern History. 

With long light hair and dreamy blue eyes Mary is quiet, modest, shy and retiring. She 
would be content to let the world rush by without knowing her true worth. But there is another 
side to Mary's character. Her firm chin denotes an earnest determination to stand by her convic- 
tions. With vigor she throws herself into the serious business of studying, displaying an energy 
seldom equalled. Always willing to do her part and a bit more, she shows this same energy and 
vigor in social affairs. 

Mary will throw herself wholeheartedly into any enterprise she undertakes and her determina- 
tion, energy and vigor are sure to win success! So we simply say: "May your fondest dreams come 
true, Mary." 

Sodality; he Cercle Francais, 1, 2, 3, 4; Metaphysical Club, 3; Social Action 
Club, 4; Glee Club, 3; Athletic Association, 1. 




Enfield St., Enfield, Conn. 

"Merry hearts will merrily chime." 

Irene— she of the fetching smile that reveals a row of even, white teeth— is and was from the 
first such a happy, carefree girl that even the "terrors" of the classroom did not put these qualities 
to flight. ^ 

( r ^uf h '" 8 ever , did cloud Rene's sunny disposition— not even when the rest of us would be 
feeling blue would Rene yield to so unworthy a sentiment, rather she'd be more cheerful than 
ever. Somehow her pleasantness and joyousness would chase our dull care and worry away 

Having no sympathy with gloom, Rene always saw the funny side of things and this was 
most fortunate for her classmates, for she imbued them with this same merry spirit. Ever-ready with 
her infectious smile and light-hearted spirit, she made many a day happy for us: old man gloom 
never won even a glance from this child of the ready smile and cheery word. 

, . , Ren 5 , was alwa y s so ful1 of fun and so mischievious that she made us get our little "imps 
or mischief busy too. Her innocent look concealed the guilt of many an innocent prank 

Be assured that, wherever Rene may go, she'll continue to scatter sunshine and that jest and 
joyful jollity coupled with happiness will ever be synonymous with her. 

Sodality; Athletic Association, 1, 2, 4; Glee Club, 1, 2, \ 4; Dramatic Club, 
2, 3, 4; Metaphysical Club, 3; Social Action Club, 4; Le Cercle Francais, 2, 3, 4. 


"True she is an J kin J." 

One of the best reasons why our class is perpetually — well, almost perpetually — in good 
humor is Ruth. She can come out of a Methods exam smiling. She can make any class a pleasure 
by an original remark. We like her; but more than that we respect her. Ruth is the Senior vice- 
president. And her advice on any topic is worth following. We have never known her to betray 
trust. Ruth is as frank and natural as the dawn of a bright morning. In four years of class 
association, we have discovered that she doesn't know how to do a mean thing. We have never 
detected anything but warmth in her greeting. 

The Seniors welcome Ruth into any group in the class, glad to have her and her kind humor 
among them. She was elected Class Prophet for more reasons than one. Besides being able to 
write entertainingly (she is on the year-book staff), she is wise in her judgments, kind in her 
criticisms, and delightful in her subtle observations. 

Ruth will be loyal to her class and her college. Sure we are of that. In saying that we will 
never forget her, we feel in our hearts that Ruth will never forget us. She will laugh with us to 
the very end; Ruth will, and even times of depression will never dim her smile. In her, we give 
the world a tried and true apostle of good cheer. 

Sodality; Athletic Association, 1, 2; Glee Club, 1, 3, 4; Dramatic Club, 1, 2, 
3, 4; Metaphysical Club, 3; Social Action Club. 4 ; Le Cercle Francais, 2; Vice- 
President, 4; Class Prophet. 


"// was not earth, it was not beaten. 
It was myself that sang in me." 

Fran" is one of those exceptional characters who finds joy in just being alive. She doesn't 
spend her time seeking for thrills, and yet she always seems to be enjoying herself. It is her own 
sunny personality which makes life so worthwhile for her, and so much happier for her friends. 
Her pleasing smile radiates kindness and understanding, and to her it is always more blessed to 
give than to receive. 

When we first met "Fran," we said, "Ah, here is a student," meaning, of course, the grindy, 
fussy type of student. And did "Fran" fulfill our expectations.'' Not a bit! Studious though she 
is at times, "Fran" never gave us any alarms that she would develop into a type, prim and begoggled, 
that terrifies and horrifies an occasional classroom. She has demonstrated very often that "Brevity 
is the soul of wit." "Fran" lias always been a true friend, a good sport, and a pleasing companion. 
We always have told her that her temper matched her hair, but we were fooling all the while. 
We say truthfully now, "One of the sunniest dispositions in the class!" 

"Fran" has always seemed to us like one of her beautiful violin pieces, tender, soothing and 
lilting. Long after the violin has ceased to send forth its song, the melody lingers in the heart of 
those who heard it. Though long years pass before we meet "Fran" again, she will never leave our 
hearts and memories. 

Sodality; Le Cercle Francais, 2, 3, -1; Orchestra, 1, 2, 3, 1; Orchestra Leader, 4; 
Debating Society, 3, 4; Dramatic Society, 1, 2, 3, 4; Metaphysical Club, 3; 
Social Action Club, 4; Class President, 2, 4; Class Vice-President, 3; Class 
Treasurer, 1; Basketball, 1, 2, 3, 4; Athletic Association, 1, 2, 3, 4; College 

Play, 4. 


11 Sargeant St., Holyoke, Mass. 

"Her smile was prodigal of summer) thine, 
Gaily persistent — like a morn in June" 

Gaily skipping, lightly tripping. Elmeda found her way into our hearts. Her sunny disposi- 
tion and irrepressible giggle lightened many a class. Gay. carefree and happy, she easily dispelled 
the terrors of an A. B. course. Her ready wit and good sportsmanship saved us from finding our 
Waterloo in many a French class, while her perfect French recitations left us gasping. Not only 
did Elmeda win admiration in academic circles, but in social circles her poise and charm were the 
envy and pride of her friends. Her love of wholesome pleasure made her a valuable asset in any 
party, while her joyous spirit could lift the gloom from any soul. An agile skater, a great hiker. 
Elmeda enjoyed nothing more than a day spent in the open. 

Refreshing as a breeze in June, simple in taste, loyal to high ideals, courageous in her con- 
victions, a staunch and true friend. Elmeda has endeared herself to the Class of '35. With un- 
bounded generosity, she was ever ready to sympathize with us in our troubles, and, though the 
world might laugh at such petty worries, we knew our secrets were safe with Elmeda. 

Wherever she goes she will scatter sunshine. Her efficiency we are sure will bring success, 
and. as we bid adieu to Elmeda. we hope that her future will ever be bright and crowned with a 
realization of her highest hopes. 

Le Cercle Francais. 1. 2. President. 3, 4; Social Action Club. 4; Metaphysical 
Club. 3; Sodality; Dramatic Club. 2. 4; Athletic Association. 1. 2; Glee Club. 1. 


109 Sargeant St., Holyoke, Mass. 

"She is as constant as the stars 
That never vary." 

She came into our lives quietly and calmly. We accepted her immediately as a classmate, 
and she has remained with us, as such, throughout these four years. Never boisterous, never harsh 
spoken, she has serenely accompanied us in our campus days. She is always responsive to the call 
of her books; reading, writing, — they are second nature to her. A real student, she studies for the 
pure delight of obtaining knowledge, of becoming learned. We know we can always depend on 
Mary, that we can go to her always with questions and problems about our lessons, and be sure 
that we will not be disappointed. 

With dark brown hair, carefully smoothed back, and dark brown eyes to match, she has ever 
been a welcome arrival in any group, on the campus or off. 

We have great hopes of finding her name listed high on the roll call of educators and 
scientists. For Mary is a scientific person — how she likes to examine specimens under a microscope 
in Biology! And yet, Mary's hobby is Latin. While we groan and scowl over Latin sentences, 
Mary is in her glory. 

Continue on, as you have done in the last few years, Mary, and we venture the prophesy that 
you will accomplish the goal you desire, and every one of us will be wishing you luck, whether we 
are near or afar. We hope to be near. 

Sodality; Dramatic Club, 4; Le Cercle Francais. 1, 2, 3, 4; Metaphysical Club, 3; 
Social Action Club. 4; Athletic Association. 1, 2; Assistant Business Manager 
of "Elmata"; Glee Club, 1; Oratorical Contest, 4. 



19 Congress St., Pittsfield, Mass. 

"None knew thee but to love thee. 
Nor named thee but to praise." 

Always happy, always smiling, (whether before or after a difficult exam) everybody's friend 
and confidante — that's "Bobbie." Perhaps if we list some of her "likes," it will help to introduce 
"Bobbie" herself. She is very fond of — music, classical or popular, and in a tempo suited to the 
mood of the moment; flowers, especially baskets of roses; week-end trips, whether home, to Worces- 
ter or just to Springfield; doing things the last minute; worrying over small things, but meeting 
big ones bravely; helping her friends and cheering them. Her "dislikes" are too few to mention. 
Our "Bobbie" sings through every day, and makes us join in her song. She always brightens the 
group. We are proud to send her out into a world which needs her cheerful optimism, for we know 
it will prove contagious and infectious. However, there is earnestness beneath her song, a serious 
purpose latent in everything she does, and these will crown her future with the same success that 
has been hers on the college campus. Fear not; she will set a goal, help others to attain it with her. 
and teach them a Triumphal March to pass the time en route. 

Sodality; Debating Club, 3, 4; Dramatic Club, 1, 2, 3, 4; Orchestra, 1; Glee 
Club, 2, 3, 4; Social Action Club, 4; Metaphysical Club, 3; La Corte Castellana, 
1, 2, 3, 4, Secretary, 4; Chairman of Music, Junior Prom; Chairman of Patrons. 
Senior Prom; Athletic Association, 1, 2, 4; Basketball, 1, 2, 3; Assistant Busi- 
ness Manager, "Elmata." 


9 Grant St., Springfu-:ld, Mass. 

"Her place ye may not well supply. 
Though ye among a thousand try." 

Mixing business and pleasure, executive ability and a familiar giggle. Grace has passed four 
very successful years at the Elms, and we are very happy to have passed them with her. She is 
always busy, with some official duty to perform, or some committee assignment to carry out, and 
her part is always well done. She refuses to cross bridges before she comes to them, but when they 
must be crossed, she does it easily and gracefully — and then forgets the bridge. Because of her 
perseverance, efficiency and ability to do all things well, we chose Grace for our business manager, 
and her management has shown that our confidence was not misplaced. She always does her share, 
and usually more than that. 

Grace always joins in the fun. — if she wasn't the one to start it — and has long established a 
remarkable belt-tying supremacy, which we who have been her victims have been forced to admire, 
if not enjoy. 

To know her is to know a true friend, thoughtful and unselfish. We feel that we know her 
well. She has learned the formula for success — work and play in proper proportions, intelligently 
combined. She has worked out the formula, and will know how to apply it when the world makes 
its demands upon her future. 

Class Secretary, 1. 2; Class President, 3; Glee Club, 3; Le Cercle Francais. 1, 2. 
3. 4, Secretary, 4; Sodality; Metaphysical Club, 3; Social Action Club, 4; Busi- 
ness Manager, "Elmata"; College Play, 4. 


"// was finer than lilk of the flow, 
'Twos the loveliest hair in the world." 

Quietly Monica slipped into our ranks, — a daughter of the gods, divinely tall. Earnestly 
she delved into learning's store, winning our admiration for her courage and perseverance by bravely 
coming from Greenfield during a snowstorm thought unsurmountable from the dorm. With test 
tube in hand she conducts experiments with neatness and efficiency, at ease in the laboratory be it 
Biology or Chemistry. Nurtured in a city famous for its winter sports, nature's lore fascinates her. 
But Monica's extra-curricular activities prove her earnest in play as in work. At a dance, she is ever 
charmingly sophisticated; at a class party, she is in the midst of the fun. 

Four years of intimate contact with Monica have left pictures of her — hastily gathering her 
books, crushing her hat on her head and dashing for the train, — sitting day-dreaming with that 
far-away look in her eyes, — tapping with her pencil as she seriously explains the advantages of 
various vocations and avocations, — bubbling over with enthusiasm as she tells about a delightful 

Her dancing brown eyes reveal a wholesome sense of humor, her soft, dark hair flows back 
in deep waves revealing a generous brow. We pause in our march to salute a brave and noble soul. 
May the future fulfill all your hopes, Monica, bringing you happiness and success. 

Glee Club, 1; Dramatic Club, 1; Debating Society, 3; Sodality, Metaphysical 
Club, 3; Social Action Club, 4; he Cercle Francais. 1, 2, 3, 4; Chairman of 
Refreshments, Junior Prom. 

"With gentle yet prevailing force. 
Intent upon her destined course." 

Petite, dark haired, dark eyed, — ever with us in our utmost thoughts! Soft-spoken always, 
yet we listen to her opinions with gratification. "Silence beyond all speech, a wisdom rare." Her 
spirit dominates us. Her smile adds sweetness to drab things. In our need, she is never absent. 
Her willingness and unselfishness can be vouched for by everyone with whom she comes in contact. 
Her gentleness — a standard which every Elms girl may well accept as her guide. 

We wonder at her scholastic ability and stand in awe at the ease with which she passes 
exams, and other obstacles of school life. Oh, so competent — our "Kay". 

Never has she clamored for attention or occupied the center of the stage, but what would a 
social affair be without her presence? We place high value on her friendship, and hope that we may 
always keep it. May she continue to bring happiness and courage to her friends. May her theme 
song. Spring Is Here." help her always to look on the bright side of life during its trials, so that 
she may continue to triumph over tumult and bring peace. 

Class Vice-President, 2; Sodality, he Cercle Francais. 1, 2, 3, 4; Metaphysical 
Club, 3; Vice-President Catholic Action Club, 4; Associate Editor of "Elmata"; 
Athletic Association. 1, 2; Dramatic Club, 2; Glee Club, 1. 


"Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair, 
Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair." 

How to describe her, how can we truly portray her! Words express thoughts, yet how 
inadequately. Her eyes, even as the stars, — twinkling, shining, reproachful, laughing. 

She walked into our lives with a serenity which has continually astounded us. Can anyone 
say that she has become upset or worried over events of school life that leave us breathless ? Can 
anyone ever say that she has been other than sweet-tempered, gracious to all? 

Accomplished in many fields, versatile in school activities. Rita is well known for her ability 
to speak French and to debate successfully any question that may arise or has arisen. And — who can 
answer her objections? When she throws down her gauntlet and challenges us, we throw up our 
hands in surrender. She has shown an active interest in the dramatic presentations of college and 
class, and her splendid performance in "Richelieu" leaves a picture that will always be framed in 
our memories. Her musical ability, though not known by all, is not to be forgotten. May I describe 
her as unusual — for where else will you find a girl so accomplished, so sophisticated, yet so naive? 

May she pursue the even tenor of her ways throughout her chosen career, and influence others 
by her calmness and graciousness. 

Metaphysical Club, 3; Le Cercle Francois, 2, 3, 4; Vice-President, 3; La Corn 
Castellana, 2, 3, 4; Sodality; Dramatic Club, 2, 3, 4; College Play, 3; Class 



368 Federal St., Greenfield, Mass. 


"/4 <u sound and free 

As in the whole world thou canst find." 

Let us give Anna credit, first of all, for perseverance, for without it, how could she have 
made that daily trip from Greenfield, as she has during her college years? We have known her both 
as an "interne" and as "externe," and are all proud to claim her friendship. She is a loyal friend, 
always ready to help, and to discover for us that the silver lining is not so far away as it seems. And 
whenever you want to know what is best in the movies, just ask Anna. We predict a brilliant career 
as a movie critic for her, if she cares to follow up her early proclivity for things of the cinema. She 
sees them all, and classifies them as she sees them. 

Anna is a hustler — indeed, she would have to be to catch that train that insists on running so 
close to class time — but in her perpetual rush, she does not neglect the studies, or anything else that 
should be done. She also has a lively interest in the events of the day, and a definite opinion about 
public questions, more than one of which has been settled in our study hall. We are happy to have 
known Anna, and wish her a cosy seat in the orchestra circle of future days. 

Sodality; Metaphysical Club, 3; Social Action Club, 4; Le Cercle Francais, 

1, 2, 3, 4. 


"Fair as a star, 
When only one is shining in the sky." 

A ripple of sweetness, a source of gladness, a smile that brings sunshine and joy — combine 
these and you will have a dim portrait of Alice. Tall, blonde, blue-eyed, she has been the class com- 
panion, our unfailing help when gloom confronts us, with the happy faculty of making us laugh at 
our own mistakes. Who else could have done it? Who would have done it? She has truly "a face 
with gladness overspread." 

A thorough student, a pleasing speaker, a social leader at our proms, bridge parties, etc. Her 
gay wit has often sparkled, twinkled, and made the corridors ring with merry laughter. Courage 
and hope come from her word. Old Mr. Pessimism is no acquaintance of hers. Many an Elms girl 
can vouch that "Al" gave her the bright outlook on student life that meant success in the trials of 
the classroom or the campus. She was Pilate's Daughter'' to the life. 

When what is the future now becomes the present for "Al". she may be sure that whatever 
career she chooses, or whichever star she follows, she will have our best wishes for her happiness 
and success. Our fingers are not crossed while we prayerfully and gratefully wish you "health, 
wealth, and happiness," "Al". May you continue to brighten up the path of others as you have 
brightened ours, and ever be "our Alice." We envy the sphere that gets you. We grieve with 
the campus that loses you. 

Sodality; Le Cercle Francais. 1, 2, 3, 4; Class Treasurer, 3; Class Secretary, 4; 
Metaphysical Club, 3; Social Action Club, 4; Glee Club, 1, 3; Chairman of 
Patrons, Junior Prom; General Chairman, Senior Prom; Athletic Association. 
1, 2; Oratorical Contest, 3; Associate Editor of "Elmata"; College Play, 4; 

Class Salutatorian. 


"True glory takes root and ever spreads." 

From the very beginning, this talented young lady showed her true worth for she established 
herself at the outset of our college life so well that she was elected our first class president. And 
truly she was a first-class president, for she piloted us nobly and capably through our "Get- 
Acquainted" year at dear old O. L. E. 

"Munnie" was ever active, too, in the Dramatic Society where she proved so able, that after 
taking prominent parts in many different plays, she was chosen president of the society in her 
Senior year, and, through her earnest and sincere effort, it became more popular than it had ever been 
before. Her interpretation of "Leah" in Pilate's Daughter" made college history. 

Not only along executive lines did "Munnie" excel, however, but along histrionic lines as 
Well. Her marvelous portrayal of any and all sorts of characters won for her fame in Oratorical 
Contests, respect from the student body anil admiration from her classmates who prided themselves 
on her being one of them. 

For such a girl, we predict constant success and a bright and happy future, knowing that all 
cannot help hut be well with her who is beloved by her friends. 

Class President, 1; Dramatic Club, 1, 2, 3, 4; Vice-President, 3, President, 4; 
Debating Society, 1, 2, 3, Secretary, 3; Sodality; Glee Club, 2, 3, 4; Oratorical 
Contest Winner, 1, 2, 3; Assistant Editor of "Elmata"; Basketball, 1, 2, 3; 
Metaphysical Club, 3; Social Action Club, 4; he Cercle Francois, 1, 2, 3, 4; 
La Corte Castellana, 1, 2, 3, 4; College Play, 3, 4; Class Day Orator. 



88 Bridgh St., Northampton, Mass. 

'Peaceful my life, ^i^jjJ ^JvWW-"*-** ! ~T~ 

Unbroken by the even tenor of my ways." \ 

Cruelty — a great broad streak of it running right through our nature — yes — we admit it. 
For four years we have observed this young lady, reflected on her dignity, and specula. ed on her 
immaculate neatness, and her passion for tidiness. Her only enemy is a speck of dust. 

We scrutinized her, as it were, under glass, and now, cruel as we are, we are going to 
diagnose this disease of neatness. Do not shudder, we are only going to penetrate under the calm 
exterior that has presented to the joys and ups and downs of college an inscrutable smile — a mere 
flickering light in the eyes — an imperceptible movement of the hands. Dignity is her guiding star. 
We venture to say that Rita has never gone any place without it, but we also hazard the opinion 
that she has never gone any place where she has not been most welcome. Her dignity is a charming 
species of the genus. 

The lifted glass has revealed: sincerity, that spoke clearly and from the heart; graciousness, 
that betokened her innate sweetness of spirit; an understanding smile, that radiated happy encour- 
agement; and we see flowing beneath the surface the sparkling generosity that springs from a soul 
that understands. Rita has personified serenity, and has built out of that serenity a splendid circle 
of friends, and a host of happy memories. 

No experiment has ever revealed more clearly the depths of feeling which a calm exterior 
conceals. We have seen those intangible qualities which we always felt but never could put out 
fingers on. We have gazed into the unknown, and have stumbled on the heart of gold. 

Sodality; Le Cercle Francais. 1, 2, 3, 4; Dramatic Society, L, 2, 3, 4; Meta- 
physical Club, 3; Social Action Club, 4; Class Treasurer, 2; Basketball, 1, 2, 
3, Captain, 3; Glee Club, 1, 2; Athletic Association, 1, 2, 3, 4. 


"Oh fair and stately maid, whose eyes 
Were kindled in the upper skies." 

We've never yet been able to figure out the genesis of the appellation, "Shorty," because 
our "fair and stately maid" is quite the opposite of that. However, she became "Shorty" to us and 
"Shorty" she has remained. Stella has the distinction of being the only member of our class, to 
matriculate from the "big city." At first we thought her blasee, and Oh! so much more sophis- 
ticated than we, but on knowing her better, we discovered that "Shorty" was as much as any of 
us, a very timid Freshman, and beneath the surface was as young and naive as we. 

Her penchant for story-telling has done much to keep our merriment high, especially at those 
times when we were very lonely. She may never have kissed the Blarney Stone, but we think 
someone must have chipped off a piece and sent it to her. It's always, "Shorty, tell that one again," 
and never waiting to be coaxed (which usually spoils the good of a thing) the stories begin. 

Shorty" has, the magic touch when it comes to arranging a woman's crowning glory, and she was 
generous with her talent all the time. 

We won t forget Stella. We will remember her stories, her singing and herself. And always 
when someone says, "Did you hear?" we will think of our "Shorty," "Oh say, kids, I've got a new 
Irish one. Well, Pat and Mike . . ." 

We, who have known your "Once upon a time," "Shorty," wish you a happy ever after. 
When you are happy, everyone in the vicinity shares it. The prophet of your future will have to 
dip her pen in smiles. 

Sodality; Le Cercle Francais. 1, 2, 3, 4; Glee Club, 1, 2, 3, 4; Vice-President, 3; 
President, 4; Dramatic Club, 1, 2, 3, 4; Metaphysical Club, 3; Social Action 
Club Secretary, 4; Athletic Association, 1, 2, 3, 4; College Play, 4; Basketball, 
1, 2, 3 ; Chairman of Music Committee, Senior Prom. 


She will like you anyway, but if you are lucky enough to be homely, "Smitty" will love you! 
With her very unusual notebook, and penchant for ugly men, this lively sister keeps the class on 
the qui vive. 

"Smitty" was a resident student for three hectic years, and in her last year "day-hopped" it. 
She was missed very much by the Senior members in O'Leary Hall, especially at night. (She got 
most of her ideas then!) She and E. A. Poe would have been the best of friends. This girl can 
find a tinge of the mysterious in noon sunshine. Will you ever forget our first retreat? The chapel 
darkened, the Retreat Master speaking, oh, very picturesquely, of Hell, and "Smitty" sitting petrified, 
i. e. sleepified, with the autumn leaves drifting in the windows. Then came the crash, and out 
went "Smitty." 

She will be successful, because she has never been known to falter under difficulties. Rather, 
she catalogues them for the effort they are worth, surmounts them and passes on, looking for tlit- 

It is not said idly that everyone likes "Smitty" — everyone does. Without doubt one of the 
most interesting members of the class, she is one of the kindliest. So it's "good luck," "Smitty" — 
meet the world as you met your college life, and Life, like your friends, will be glad to know you. 

Sodality; Athletic Association, 1, 2, 3, 4; Le Cercle Francais. 1, 2, 3, 4; Basket- 
ball, 1, 2, 3; Glee Club, 1, 2 ; Orchestra, 3 ; Metaphysical Club, 3; Social Action 
Club, 4 ; Dramatic Club, 1, 2, 3, 4; Chairman of Tickets, Senior Prom. 



'Soft was her step, sprightly: 
Lowly she spoke, lightly; 
All things she did, rightly." 

An almost noiseless, scurrying step, a quiet voice, a tiny form, and here is Julia. Saying 
little, she accomplishes much, as she proved effectively by winning the Freshman class medal, and 
by continuing among our academic leaders. Thorough and methodical in her study, she does what 
most of us just plan to do. We puzzle over a difficult question, try to select the best of several 
possible answers, and when we abandon it as too difficult, her gentle voice reveals in a positive tone 
the correct solution. 

Julia is usually quiet, serious in her work, and firm in her convictions. We, who know her 
well, know another "Julie", too — a "Julie" not so often revealed, yet quite familiar after our four 
years of association with her. This is a much lighter-hearted little person, founder of a certain 
"Royal Order" of which we are charter members, and designer of costumes for the same "Order." 
This reminds us to mention that "Julia" is also a clever artist, even in the field of caricature. 

We are sure that, with a well-controlled sense of humor, a steady determination, and a great 
faith in what she believes to be right, she will overcome whatever obstacles the vicissitudes of the 
future present to her, and that she will be happy in her chosen field of work — and so will her 

Glee Club, 1; Le Cercle Francais, 1, 2, 3, 4; La Corte Castellana. 1, 2, 3, 4; 
Metaphysical Club, 3; Social Action Club, 4; Sodality; Athletic Association, 1, 2. 


A lovely smile, a sweet disposition, an unassuming manner, exquisite grace blended with 
some intangible charm, all go to make up Margaret's personality. Hidden under her reserve, we 
discover a true and loyal spirit, steady and dependable, marked by an unbounded generosity. To be 
able to call her a friend is a pleasure, to be classed an intimate friend is a joy forever, for Margaret 
does not make friends lightly but, once made, she treasures them winning their admiration and con- 
fidence. Dark hair, dark eyes fringed with curly lashes, slender and trim she is poised and sophis- 
ticated yet unaffected, scorning artificiality. 

Her keen intellect takes pleasure in disentangling knotty problems. Brilliant, talented and 
versatile, she has won an enviable scholastic record. Her pen flows along as if inspired, a joy to 
her English professor, her recitations are clear and concise. With wholehearted vigor she takes up 
her books but I must confess, sometimes with the idea of getting assignments quickly out of the way 
rather than from a genuine love of them. Margaret is always ready to join in the fun. Her love 
of dancing and her ability in that art are well known. 

Sorrow fills our hearts at parting with Margaret, but we are consoled in a measure by the 
thought that her sterling qualities are sure to be an "open sesame" to success. Hence our wish is 
that her cup of happiness may be overflowing and attend her on her way. 

Glee Club. 1. 2; Sodality. 1. 2. 3, 4; Dramatic Club, 2. 4; Le Cercle Francan. 
1. 2. 3, 4; Metaphysical Club. 3; Social Action Club, 4; Athletic Association. 
1, 2; Associate Editor of "Elmata." 



History of Class of '35 

Clare C. Dugan 

THURS., Sept. 17, 1931. Dear Little Diary: 
I finally won and my parents brought me up 
to the College of Our Lady of the Elms. It 
is the most formidable place on the outside, 
but the girls seem to be awfully nice. They do not 
look a bit like College Women, in fact they look 
rather like the girls in high school, not the least like 
what I imagined them to be. We registered . . . that 
is, we copied all the subjects off the left hand side 
of the board in the "Freshman Study Hall." No 
wonder we need a special study hall with all those 
subjects. Some of the girls introduced themselves, 
and when Mother and Dad left, I thought that per- 
haps 1 might stay over night. With a trunk half 
unpacked, a bell rang with the most imperious sound, 
and everyone dashed down to the dining room. 
Someone put a salad on the table, and we all just sat. 
Someone put some cake on the table, and we all just 
sat. Someone took the salad and the cake from the 
table. It seems there is no main course at supper!!! 
We spent the next few hours finishing the trunks, 
making beds, and answering the stupid questions some 
girls, who said they were seniors, asked. Of course, 
some people pronounce "saw" and "horse" and 
"hoarse" and "roof" differently! What? Lights go 
out at half past nine? Mass at seven? Get up at 
six-thirty? Goodnight little book!! 

Fri.. Sept. 18. Dear Diary: Although I set my 
alarm for six-thirty, that same bell that rang last 
night went off first, and between the two of them I 
was up. Mass of the Holy Ghost in the chapel. It 
was lovely. After breakfast we started classes. Three 
the first day. Then an Assembly, and the Vice-Presi- 
dent, who left us breathless, gave us some rules. We 
cannot leave the campus, there is a quarantine be- 
cause of some epidemic that is around. But we seem 
to be welcome, it appears that they needed a Fresh- 
man Class to complete the College. Well, they have 
one. We studied all afternoon and were ready for 
bed at nine-thirty. I think that perhaps I will stay 
until Mother and Dad can come up Sunday. 

Sat., Sept. 19. Dear Diary: I am dead! The 
upper classmen had the nicest party for us over in 
gym, and we stayed there dancing until half past ten. 
Maybe I will stay here, though it is so queer. Going 
to school on Saturday, and no place to buy ice cream 
cones. Ho-hum, I can hardly see. 'Nite. 

Sun., Sept. 20. Dear Diary: The day of rest 
passed hectically. The morning we passed browsing 
in the Browsing Room, and the afternoon at a 

funeral" in the dorm to liven things up. Mother 
and Dad did not come up. so I guess I'll stay a 
while longer. What! Half past nine? Will I ever 
learn to write in the dark ? 

Thurs.. Sept. 24. Dear Diary: All we do is go 
to classes, although today was a little different. One 
of the Seniors told us about a conference held at 
Niagara this summer. Imagine talking so long with- 
out a paper or anything! Gollies, will we be able 
to do that when we are Seniors? 

Sat.. Sept., 26. Dear Diary: I'm awfully glad I 
stayed. They gave us another party in the gym to- 
night. We had sandwiches and ice cream and every- 
thing, and they only charged us forty cents apiece. 
It was awfully nice! 

Sun., Sept. 27. Dear Little Diary: Next to Sat- 
urday nights, I like Sundays best. This morning we 
had choir rehearsal, and this was the first day we 
could leave the campus. Of course we had to have 
permission, but we got it until five o'clock, awfully 
easily, and we went downtown for our first ice cream 
cone since we left home. Chicopee is very queer, 
there is a Five and Ten and a drug store, and that 
is all. Oh, we also noticed a theatre, "The Elms" 
as we came up the hill. 

Tues.. Sept. 29. Dear Little Diary: Now I 
know why that girl talked so long the other day 
without a paper or anything, it is the result of Oral 
Expression. It is awful! You have to learn a long 
dramatic piece with gestures and everything, and get 
up in front of an immense sea of all strange faces 
and give it. And the course lasts the whole four 
years too! 

Thurs. Oct. 1. I feel awfully funny tonight, and 
everyone else says she feels the same way. I wonder 
what it is? 

Fri., Oct. 2. Dear Diary: Our first gym class. 
We all wore our nice new gym suits and met the 
teacher. She is awfully cute. I wonder if I can 
wear my hair like she does? Gym is nice. Every- 
one takes it, and we are having basketball teams and 
learning to tap. Tap dancing is supposed to make 
you thin, — gollies, if I do not do something, I will 
be ashamed to go home! After gym we had Bene- 
diction, but I guess we will have to change from our 
nice new suits hereafter, if we go. 

Mon., Oct. 5. Dear Little Diary: I don't care, 
I am going home! Imagine treating us like children! 
You would think we were in the kindergarten class! 


Tonight we got some more new rules!!!!! In at 
five-fifteen, can only go out Wednesday. Saturday 
and Sunday afternoons, with permission, back at 
school after a week end at six, and study in the other 
building! I'm so mad! 

Sat., Oct. 10. It is so nice to be home; we just 
have the week end on account of Columbus day, but 
most of the crowd are home, too. Everything looks 
the same, but I could hardly stay awake after half 
past nine, and to be up at half past eleven ! Hor- 

Tues., Oct. 13. Back from vacation. It is so 
good to be able to go to bed again, and see everyone. 
Everybody brought back a lot of food, I guess we 
won't starve for a few days. 

Thurs., Oct. 22. Dear Dim): While we were 
at study those Seniors came down and messed up our 
dorm. They pulled the beds all apart, and strewed 
the stuff from our cubes all over. It took us hours 
to make the beds and find all the stuff. We'll have 
our revenge ! ! 

Tues., Oct. 27. Dear Diary: We started our 
first retreat tonight with Fr. Williams. Already we 
know all the horrors of the earthquakes in Jamaica, 
and that the first step downward is the use of powder. 
We promise always "to keep the gate'' and "burying 
the past, make reparation in the future.'' Did you 
know you could play bridge without speaking? 

Sat., Oct. 31 to Nov. 1. Dear Diary: Retreat 
week end. We went home right after breakfast and 
did not come back until Sunday night. For all other 
data, please see the scrap book, I'm too tired to write 
more. 'Nite. 

Thurs., Nov. 5. We held our class elections to- 
day. Kathleen Mungiven is President, "Mickie" 
Murray is Vice-President, "Fran" Hardiman is Treas- 
urer, and Grace Kaley is Secretary. 

Fri., Nov. 6. Dear Diary: Anytime things begin 
to get a bit dull, we get more rules, and then there 
is something else to talk about for a few days. Now 
we can stay up until ten o'clock, "there are no cuts" 
study between five and six, and I guess the Seniors 
are not going to get their "one night a week out." 
The poor Chicopee boys. They do not go into effect 
until next Monday, and I still cannot write in the 
dark. Goodnight. 

Sat., Nov. 7. Dear Diary: We had our first class 
in music today, it is lots of fun, we have real music 
on the little organ, and are studying Gregorian Chant. 
This afternoon the Sodality had a Food Sale, so of 
course we all went. After it we went out for supper. 

Thurs.. Nov. 12. Dear Diary: Today the Glee 
Club and Orchestra were organized. We all joined. 
Only thirteen more days till we go home for Thanks- 

Sat., Nov. 14. Dear Little Diary: Today we 
heard our first Jazz since we came. The radio in 
the dining hall was put on during supper. I never 
knew that it worked before. 

Thurs., Nov. 19. Dear Diary : At last we were 
formally received at "the Freshman Reception." We 
had to do the things that were on a slip of paper 
that was given us, and tell who we were, and from 
where and why we came. Everyone enjoyed it but 
the ones performing. Then we had supper by candle- 
light in O'Leary Hall. It was awfully nice. 

Sun., Oct. 22. Cap and Gown Sunday. The 
Vice-President spoke, and we helped receive the 
Seniors in the gym after it. They looked so funny 
pushing peanuts down the length of the gym floor 
with matches. When we are seniors I hope the 
underclassmen have a sense of humor. Or should 
they? Anyhow, we danced on Sunday, and that's 
something ! 

Mon., Nov. 23. They could not think up any 
more rules so they started exams. We had three to- 
day, I have lost count of the number we have to- 

Tues., Nov. -24. Dear Diary: I was wrong, we 
only had two, but one of them was physics. Tonight 
we went to our first Major Sodality Meeting. To- 
morrow we go home!!!! 

Wed., Nov. 25. Dear Little Diary: I am home 
for Thanksgiving and One Hundred and Four 
Hours! ! ! ! ! ! 

Mon., Nov. 30. Back from Thanksgiving. Whom 
are you taking to the Prom? What are you going 
to wear? 

Sat., Dec. 5. Tonight we were invited to the 
Alumnae Bridge over in the gym. Some played 
bridge, the rest played poker. Anyhow, they fed us 
and it was awfully nice. 

Tues., Dec. 8. No school. Whom are you taking 
to the Prom? What are you going to wear? Collies!! 

Thurs., Dec. 17. A music rehearsal in the after- 
noon, and the Carol singing and Sodality Christmas 
Party at night. It was perfect! The glee club sang 
carols from the balcony, the big tree in front of the 
fireplace, and Santa Claus and the presents. Then 
we had supper in the dining hall, that was all deco- 
rated in the Christmas red and green. Oh yes, we 
are all invited to the winter carnival! 

Fri., Dec. 18. Dear Little Diary: Home for 
eighteen whole days ! ! ! 

Sun., Jan. 3. Back again. Everyone looks the 
same, only dead tired. 

Tues., Jan. 5. Dear Diary: I am so weary. Our 
first theme in religion was assigned today. 

Thurs., Jan. 7. Dear Diary: Even though we 
do love Physics, and want to take extra hours of it, 
and could easily spend weeks in the lab, playing with 
all the machines and things, we still see no reason 
why the poor teacher should have to sacrifice her time 
and energy to make up the classes missed last year. 

Thurs., Jan. 14. Dear Diary: The teacher of 
the extra class was late, so we waited the ten minutes 
and then we had to go, 'cause, gollies, we had an 
awful lot to do. 

Thurs., Jan. 21. Dear Little Diary: We are all 
campused for being hilarious after lights. The Junior 
Prom is only eight days away! 

Sat., Nov. 23. Dear Diary: We just finish one 
set of exams and another set starts. It is mid-years 
this time, and I am scared. Prom in six days! ! ! 

Mon., Jan. 25. Dear Diary: When my dear 
parents sent me here they never realized I would 
have to take oral examinations. And in Latin, too! 
All I need is the title, and I can give you any of 
Horace's Odes, in the most beautiful translation, 
without even looking at the Latin. 

Fri., Jan. 29. Perhaps I should say Jan. 30, be- 
cause after the Prom last night we came home. 
Dancing until two, and the music, the floor, and 
especially the people were perfect!! 

Sun., Jan. 31. Dear Diary: Back, and everyone 
talking at once about the Prom. Wasn't it wonder- 
ful? Isn't he swell? 

Thurs., Feb. 9. Dear Diary: Tonight we had 
movies about India. It was awfully funny, I wonder 
if it was supposed to be? 

Fri., Feb. 23. This afternoon we had the first 
basketball game between the Seniors and the Juniors, 
and the Seniors won. It was a good game. 

Tues., Mar. 2. Did you get a pink slip? I have 
one too! Who took the Lindbergh baby? 

Fri.. Mar. 5. Dear Diary: This afternoon, Dr. 
Paulding, a very famous Shakespearean actor, gave 
"Richelieu."' It was perfect! We did not have sup- 
per until eight o'clock. 

Sat., Mar. 6. Dear Diary: This morning they 
had a Philosophy Assembly, and I just know I am 
never going to get far in it. It must be awful ! ! 

Mon., Mar. 8. This afternoon we made our debut 
in Basketball; we played the sophomores and won, 
14 to 9. Wait until we meet the Seniors!! 

Wed., Mar. 17. Dear Diary: Today was St. 
Patrick's Day, and we did not have any classes. To- 
night Father Doyle, told us the funniest jokes ever, 
at an assembly in the other building. It was awfully 

Tues., Mar. 23. Dear Diary: Another set of 
mid-semesters finished tomorrow, and with bags 

packed since Sunday, we are ready to go home for 
Easter Vacation. 

Mon., April 5. Dear Diary: Back from Easter 
vacation, and we played the Juniors in Basketball 
this afternoon. We won. 

Fri., April 16. This evening, two of our brave 
classmates tried a new entrance, and another still 
braver classmate had to take a pill ! ! 

Wed., April 21. Dear Diary: The pursuit of 
happiness'' translated tonight, was but the pursuit of 

Thurs., May 6. Dear Diary: Practice for grad- 
uation music began today. It is only a few weeks 
and we will be home for the summer. Lots of the 
kids are worried about the prom; gollies, I'm glad I 
asked him when I was home Easter! 

Wed., May 19. Dear Diary: Tonight we were 
received into the Sodality. 

Thurs., May 20. Dear Little Diary: Tonight we 
were supposed to give our play, but one of the cast 
had laryngitis, and we could not. The Sophomores 
gave theirs though. 

Mon., May 24. Dear Diary: "The Lady of Spain" 
was presented to an appreciative audience tonight, 
and the Seniors won the prize. 

Tues., May 25. Dear Diary: Our Finals started 
today, so I probably will not see you for a week or 

Wed., June 9. Dear Diary: Here I am again. 
We have been awfully busy. This is Commencement 
Week, and when we are not rehearsing the music, 
we are marching. Tonight we had the Oratorical Con- 
test, and Kathleen Mungiven won second prize. 

Sun., June 13. Dear Diary: It is almost all over. 
Today was Baccalaureate Sunday, and everyone felt 
weepy. After tomorrow there will be no more Char- 
ter Class around, with all their "privileges ". Tonight 
was the Glee Club Concert, and the new Alma Mater 
was sung for the first time. Also, the Big Brown 
Bear put in an appearance. 

Mon., June 14. Dear Little Diary: This morn- 
ing the Charter Class graduated, and tonight we had 
the Senior prom. At last we are Sophomores, and 
have a nice long summer ahead of us. 


"Freshmen and Sophomores will please report on 
the afternoon of September 14." 

Thurs., Sept. 15. Dear Diary: For the benefit 
of the Freshmen we had a pep talk in the other 
building, on how to conduct themselves. 

Sat., Sept. 16. Dear Diary: Classes began this 
morning, but we do not have to wear our uniforms 
right away. Tonight in the gym we watched the 

Freshmen do what we went through last year. Were 
we ever like that? 

Tues., Sept. 27. Dear Diary: We had our class 
elections today. Frances Hardiman is President, 
Catherine McDonough is Vice-President, Rita O'Dea, 
is Treasurer, and Grace Kaley is Secretary. The 
meeting only lasted an hour and a half. Again we 
make another record. 

Wed., Sept. 27. Dear Diary: We were insulted 
today, by being called Indians, just because everyone 
wore either black or green nail polish. At least 
they looked well with the uniforms. 

Tues., Oct. 18. Dear Diary: Tonight Retreat 
started, and at supper, the lights went out and we 
had to use candles. There were nine at one table, 
but no one knew so . . . Father Stinscm is giving 
the Retreat. I guess he does not like women, and 
especially those that use powder. 

Sat., Oct. 29. Dear Diary: We spent the after- 
noon making sandwiches, and tonight the Freshmen 
were accepted by the school. Aren't they young and 

Sun., Nov. 6. Dear Diary: At a particularly im- 
pressive funeral march, we are asked to walk by 
the Bishop's room to amuse the company ! ! 

Tues., Nov. 8. Dear Diary: Roosevelt was 
elected. Next time we will be able to vote! 

Tues., Nov. 15. Dear Diary: This morning we 
had the Latin Assembly. At least we know one per- 
son's age, because "Dot" Dowd declared in most 
solemn tone, "I am now eighty-four years old." 

Wed., Nov. 23. Before I realized it. Thanks- 
giving Vacation was here, and we are home for the 
first time since September. 

Sun., Nov. 27. Dear Diary: We are back from 
vacation, but only twenty-five days until Christmas 
vacation begins. 

Sat., Dec. 10. Dear Little Diary: I am awfully 
tired and my arm aches and everything, but I had to 
write in you tonight. This afternoon four of us took 
stock of our worldly wealth and it totaled exactly 
forty-five cents! ! But, we had two latin dictionaries, 
a French dictionary, thirty French books, two nice new 
physics books, a Horace that had never been opened, 
and a lovely College Algebra. So, we braved the 
long, cold, three and three-quarter miles to Spring- 
field's big book shop, thinking of the weight that 
would be shifted from arm to purse on the ride 
home, and the chicken dinner we would have en- 
joyed. But alas, we were offered thirty-five cents 
for all the French books, ten cents apiece for the 
dictionaries, fifteen cents for Horace, and they "would 
take the Algebra off our hands." Hurt by their lack 
of appreciation, we ate doughnuts and coffee and 
walked home, still carrying the books, and planning 
an entry into the most profitable of all businesses, — 
the dealing in second-hand books. 

Thurs., Dec. 15. Dear Diary: Dr. Paulding was 
here today, and he gave the "School for Scandal." 
He can handle a fan and train even more naturally 
than Ethel Barrymore ! 

Tues., Dec. 20. Dear Diary: We are going 
home tomorrow for Christmas! Tonight we had the 
Musical Club and Sodality Christmas Party, and it 
was even lovelier than last year if possible. The 

double quartette made its first appearance, and was- 
a success, of course. 

Wed., Jan. 4. Dear Diary: Back from Christmas 
vacation, and checking up as usual. "You promised 
you'd write." "You owe me a letter from last sum- 
mer," etc. . . Oh yes, — one of our little Berkshire 
friends, is contemplating an absolute fast. She just 
got into a cab, settled herself in the right corner, 
and woooosh, the air suddenly decided to leave the 
rear right tire. Gollies, I would have died of shame. 
It must have been awful!!! 

Sun., Jan. 15. Cap and Gown Sunday here again. 
In two more years, we will be going down that aisle. 
We sent our Senior "crushes" rose corsages, and they 
were both surprised and agreeably pleased. 

Tues., Jan. 17. Dear Little Diary: The Juniors 
are having a prom next month. I think I'll get a 
man through the "Murray Agency" this year. 

Fri., Jan. 20. Dear Diary: Those awful Seniors 
made a mess of the whole dorm because "somebody" 
made a few French beds in theirs. 

Tues., Jan. 31. Dear Diary: Our dear president 
wasn't getting enough mail so she sent out for some 
catalogues, etc. Charlie Atlas answered first, and but 
eight minutes after reading his letter she was able to 
demolish a student chair. Such wim and wigor!!! 

Mon., Feb. 6. Dear Diary: Tonight we made out 
our programs for the Junior Prom. Only eighteen 
more days ! ! 

Sun., Feb. 19. Dear Diary: This morning we 
sang our first High Mass. I hope everyone was so 
devout that any music would have been beautiful to 
them ! 

Fri., Feb. 24. Dear Diary: The Junior Prom has 
happened. The Sophomores were ably escorted by 
some Seniors from that college, as were several others 
in the various classes. The "Murray Agency" proved 
itself very reliable. A nice lunch was served (in 
the elevator) and some poor innocent upperclassmen 
suffered, but they seemed not to mind, because they 
gave it enough notoriety. 

Tues., Feb. 28. Dear Diary: We are still pur- 
suing music as an extra curricula! activity. But Lent 
begins tomorrow. 

Tues., Mar. 7. We have all been invited to a 
house party. It is going to be lots of fun. 

Tues., Mar. 28. Dear Diary: This morning we 
had our first hour of the one hour Math exam. It 
was awful ! 

Wed., Mar. 28. Dear Diary: Exams, mid-semes- 
ters again, opened officially today. 

Thurs., Mar. 29. Dear Diary: We had the sec- 
ond hour of the one hour Math exam this morning. 
It was awful! 

Mon., April 10. Tonight we gave "Overtones" 
in the play contest. It was awfully good, only the 



screen fell, and "Mickie" Murray almost was struck 
on the head with a picture. 

Wed., April 12. De«r Diary: Home in all the 
snow for Easter vacation. We have eleven days, 
but the first three will be spent in church to keep up 
our record. 

Sun., April 23. Dear Diary: When I am dean 
of a college, I am going to have longer vacations 
and no classes. 

Wed., May 3. Dear Diary: At last something 
important! ! Tonight we had a Glee Club Concert 
and dancing in the gym after it. It might become a 
pursuit here too. Whom are you taking to the 
Prom ? 

Wed., May 24. Dear Diary: We began final 
exams this morning with an English Oral. What- 
ever will we do with one in Philosophy next year??.' 1 

Fri., June 9. Dear Diary: Not the least bit 
daunted by the awful storm, hail stones, thunder and 
lightning, we went to the Senior Prom. Of course 
we had a marvelous time! 

Mon., June 12. Dear Diary: Our Sophomore 
year is over. We are Juniors. Even the name sounds 
distinguished. This morning Mrs. "Al" Smith was 
here for graduation, and after it we all went home. 
"Honest I'll write next week." "Be sure and come 
down we will have a perfect time." 


"Juniors and Seniors will please register Friday, 
September 22." 

So Friday, Sept. 22, we all registered. "Cookie" 
did not come back; we will miss her. No one to 
eat gum drops before breakfast now. Everyone has 
a most becoming tan, and the Freshmen look promis- 

Thurs., Sept. 28. Dear Diary: This afternoon 
we had class elections. Grace C. Kaley is President, 
Frances Hardiman is Vice-President, Alice Moline is 
Treasurer, "Dot" Dowd is Secretary, and Margaret 
Murray is chairman of the ring committee. 

Sat., Sept. 30. Tonight we held the Freshman 
reception. Every year they look more like Freshmen. 
Were we . . .? 

Tues., Oct. 17. Dear Diary: Our Retreat opened 
tonight without any mishap. Fr. Kelley from B. C, 
is conducting it, and he is smooth. 

Sat., Oct. 21. Dear Diary: The Retreat is over, 
and this afternoon we saw Holy Cross beat Harvard. 
Tonight? Well that is another story. 

Wed., Oct. 25. Dear Diary: This afternoon we 
had our First Parent's Day. An entertainment in 
the auditorium, and a basketball game in the gym, 
and then we served refreshments. Everyone had a 
smooth time. 

Sun., Oct. 29. Dear Diary: It is getting closer 
and closer. Today was Cap and Gown Sunday and 
next year. . . . After the services in the Chapel we 
gave a reception for the Seniors in the gym, and 
made them perform. They looked so silly eating 
string to get at a marshmallow ! ! 

Sun., Oct. 30. Dear Diary: Instead of just one 
lecture this year, Dr. Paulding is holding a Shakes- 
perean Institute here. It will last two weeks. 

Tues., Nov. 14. Dear Diary: The Battle of the 
Books. Dorothy Dowd is elected general chairman 
of the Junior Prom, "Mickie" Murray is in charge 
of music, "Dodo" Clement has proms and favors. 
"Cath" Conaty has the decorations; Alice Moline, 

the patrons and publicity; Rita Mclnnis, tickets, and 
Monica King, refreshments. 

Sat., Nov. 18. Dear Diary: Mid-semester exams 
ended today. Now await with abated breath, the 

Thurs., Nov. 23. Dear Diary: Today we had 
the annual Latin assembly, but this year it was all 
in Latin! The Vice-President spoke. He is just as 
fast in Latin as in English. I got one phrase out of 
the whole thing . . . "Collegium Sancta Cruris." 

Wed., Nov. 29. Dear Diary: We are going home 
for Thanksgiving this noon. This trailing in and 
out is getting to be a habit. 

Tues., Dec. 5. Dear Diary: This morning the 
first musical assembly was held. The admission was 
ten cents, but it was good. This afternoon, Father 
Cusick came and talked to us about Auriesville, and 
showed us pictures of the shrines. It was awfully 

Thurs., Dec. 14. Dear Diary: Another class 
meeting this afternoon. "Mickie" has left with 
Heart Trouble, and Barbara Hughes was elected to 
take her place on the prom committee. 

Tues., Dec. 19. Dear Diary: A turkey dinner, 
the Musical Clubs and Sodality Christmas Party, 
packed a bag, and we go home tomorrow. 

Thurs., Jan. 4. Dear Diary: Back from vacation 
with renewed vim and vigor, and a nice new set of 

Fri., Jan. 12. Dear Diary: We are still having 
Prom meetings. I think I'll ask someone tomorrow. 

Fri., Jan. 19. Dear Diary: This afternoon. Dr. 
Rose Walsh, gave the "Kingdom of God." She was 
marvelous, and after it she autographed our cuffs. 
Something new and different. 

Mon., Jan. 22. Mid Years. 

Mon., Jan. 29. Dear Diary: Tonight the college 
gave "Richelieu" and as usual our class was good. 



Thurs., Feb. 1. Dear Diary: I thought for a 
minute I was back in the Freshman year. We have 
some more new rules. It is wonderful!! 

Mon., Feb. 5. Dear Diary: Tonight we started 
to decorate for our Prom. If I see another star I 
will go star-k mad. 

Wed., Feb. 7. Dear Diary: I feel so sorry for 
Jack Frost. Going around hanging up Icicles!!! 

Tues., Feb. 13. Dear Diary: If the "pursuit of 
music" was not the means to a night out, . . .? 

Thurs., Feb. 27. Dear Diary: Whittier should 
be living here at this hour. We are snowed in, in 
true New England Fashion. No classes, today, and 
we are hoping for the best tomorrow. 

Fri., Feb. 28. Dear Diary: We got the best. 

Sat., Mar. 3. Dear Diary: This afternoon Father 
Hubbard payed his first visit here, and showed us all 
his films. He clicked, and so did the films. Next 
year maybe he will bring his dogs. Yes? No? 

Tues., Mar. 6. Dear Diary: Our first basketball 
game since last year, but we took the Seniors after 
a close fight, 9 to 8. 

Thurs., Mar. 23. Dear Diary: We won the 
interclass play competition tonight with "The Hyat- 
vi lie Shakespeare Club." All for art's sake!!! 

Wed., Mar. 28. Dear Diary: Home for Easter. 
What a wonderful feeling! ! 

Mon., April 16. Dear Diary: The Glee Club 
Concert tonight, but no dancing after it, this year. 

Mon., April 30. Dear Diary: This afternoon 
the Juniors debated the Freshman in a public debate. 
We won. 

Mon., May 14. Dear Diary: Our class was well 
represented again. Kathleen Mungiven won first 
prize in the Oratorical Contest tonight. 

Thurs., May 17. Dear Diary: Two new clubs 
formed, it seems to be certain death to belong to 
either, but you must belong to one. Are you a 
Roman or a Jessie? 

Fri., May 25. Dear Diary: At last it is over. 
The nameless fear that haunted me from my cradle 
and then found its name when I came to College, 
is past me. For a year anyhow. The first Philosophy 
Oral is over. 

Mon., June 4. Dear Diary: One of our class- 
mates took a Junior course seriously, and decided to 
put into practice what she had learned in theory. 
"Mickie" Murray and Joe Ambrose were married 
this morning. 

Thurs., June 7. Dear Diary: Tonight amid 
sunburns and blisters, I record that we took the 
Seniors to Forest Lake on a picnic. We both had a 
smooth time, but will suffer all night. 

Mon., June 11. Dear Diary: Graduation over, 
we are now "Seniors" and home for our last sum- 
mer vacation. We made the same promises to write 
and visit that we have made for the last two years, 
and I suppose we will keep them after a fashion. 


Thurs., Sept. 20. Dear Diary: Our first Senior 
Privilege, we thought, and came back as late as pos- 
sible. The schedule does not look too bad, and the 
two week ends a month will be heavenly! 

Fri., Sept. 28. To an uninterested listener it 
seems we have a Freshman Class. Oh yes, we had 
elections today; Frances Hardiman is President, Ruth 
Grady is Vice-President, Alice Moline is Secretary, 
and Gertrude Fish is Treasurer. This morning we 
also wrote for the Year Book, and perhaps we will 
have a school paper. 

Sat., Sept. 29. Dear Diary: Something new in 
Freshman Receptions; we decided that they should 
look their humble position, and wear green hair 
ribbons. They look so cute in them. 

Mon., Oct. 1. Dear Diary: I guess Seniors do 
not have so very much authority. The Freshman no 
longer look cute in their nice green hair ribbons. 

Tues., Oct. 16. Dear Diary: Retreat started to- 
night and this year I am going to make a good one. 
No studying, no note books, and no bridge. Just 

Wed., Oct. 24. Parent's Day. No more thieving. 
It was given to us, and we did not enjoy it half so 

Sat., Oct. 27. Dear Diary: The first party since 
our early years that we have been the guests ! ! The 
Juniors gave us a Hallowe'en party tonight, and it 

Sun., Oct. 28. Dear Diary: Dear Diary: We 
made our formal debut to the assembled college this 
afternoon, in our nice new Caps and Gowns. At 
last, we are almost there. If I look at anyone I 
shall cry! 

Sat., Nov. 3. This morning we visited the Spring- 
field newspaper as part of our education. They took 
our picture, too. I wonder when it will be in ? 

Mon., Nov. 5. Dear Diary: There is no such 
thing as a Senior privilege. We are still taking mid- 
semester exams. 

Wed., Nov. 28. Dear Diary: Before I realized 
it the Freshman were running around with bags. We 
are on our way home for Thanksgiving vacation. 

Thurs., Dec. 13. Dear Diary: A beautiful 
snowstorm. Maybe we will be snowed in again ! ! 

Tues., Dec. 18. Dear Diary: Our last Christmas 
Party tonight. The Bishop present and announced 
the Vice-President made a Monsignor! And now 
we pack to go home for Christmas, and fourteen 

Mon., Jan. 14. We "filled the Auditorium." 
Father Hubbard spoke, the Glee Club sang, and 
"Fran" Hardiman played a solo. It all clicked beau- 

Thurs., Jan. 17. Dear Diary: The last set of 
mid-year exams that we will ever take began today. 
I do not know whether to be overjoyed or to feel 
badly. Anyhow we will all feel badly when the 
marks are read. 

Thurs., Jan. 24. Dear Diary: It is getting to be 
a custom, this being snowed in. Maybe it will last 
a week or so. 

Mon., Jan. 24. Dear Diary: Just when things 
we would like particularly begin to happen we are 
ready to graduate. The first mid-year vacation we 
ever had, and leave in June. 

Thurs., Feb. 14. Dear Diary: This morning the 
Seniors took part in a reception for Msgr. Doyle. 

Fri., Feb. 15. Dear Diary: We supported the 
Juniors tonight by going to the Prom. It was nice. 

Sat., Feb. 16. Dear Diary: At last Senior Privi- 
leges are beginning to mean something. We had a 
special week end. 

Tues., Mar. 5. Dear Diary: We are not as en- 
thusiastic about music as we could be. The honors 
were divided between music, and "The Lives of a 
Bengal Lancer." 

Thurs., Mar. 7. This afternoon we had our 
Senior Prom elections. Alice Moline is general 
chairman, "Smitty" is in charge of tickets, "Dot" 
Dowd the refreshments, "Cath" Conaty the decora- 
tions, Stella Shaughness in charge of music, Barbara 
Hughes the patrons, and Clare Dugan the programs 
and favors. Our last and best Prom. 

Mon., Mar. 11. Dear Diary: Back to our child- 
hood days. Those who are not home with the 
measles cannot go downtown for fear they will get 
them. Anyhow, it is the fashionable thing to have! 

Sat., Mar. 16. Dear Diary: I like these Senior 
Privileges. We have another week end, this time 
until Tuesday. 

Thurs., Mar. 21. Dear Diary: Mid semesters 
again. This year I have ruined the budget buying 
Blue Books. 

Tues., Mar. 26. Dear Diary: This afternoon we 
elected Class Day Speakers. 

Tues., April 9. Dear Diary: This afternoon we 
debated the Juniors on the Mexican Question, and 
we won, much to our teams chagrin. Now they 
will have to write another paper. "Let's see, that 
makes five we have to do now." 

Sun., April 14. Dear Diary: Instead of a long 
Senior play this year, the college gave "Pilate's 
Daughter." It was wonderful. 

Wed., April 17. Dear Diary: For the very last 
time we are going home for Easter vacation. 

Wed., May 1. Dear Diary : Honors were an- 
nounced today. "Dodo" Clement is first, Alice Moline 
is second, and "Dot" Dowd is third. 

Thurs., May 9. Dear Diary: This afternoon at 
the public debate, the Sophomores beat the Seniors, 
and won the prize for the year. 

Sat., May 11. Dear Diary: This morning the 
assembled student body had a service at Our Lady's 
Shrine. And this afternoon the Sodality held their 
annual Mother and Daughter Bridge. Another 

Tues., May 14. Dear Diary: Tonight was the 
Freshman reception into the Sodality. Remember 
when we did? And after four years, we will be able 
to keep our medals. 

Thurs., May 24. Dear Diary: It is getting to be 
almost a matter of hours now. This morning we 
had our first final exam. If I live through the other 
ninety-nine I expect to graduate in a few days. 

Mon., June 3. Dear Little Diary: At last we 
are entering our own Commencement Week. To- 
night the Senior plays were given in connection with 
the Glee Club Concert. One week from tonight we 
will be out in the cruel, cold world. 

Wed., June 5. Class Day: as the end gets closer, 
I seem to like it less. If it was not for rehearsals, 
life would be one round of pleasure. 

Thurs., June 6. Dear Diary: I never thought I 
would be so weary; today the Juniors took us to 
Auriesville, and we had a marvelous time. 

Fri., June 7. Dear Diary: Our Senior Prom is 
over! It was the nicest Senior Prom that ever was 
or ever will be. Sweet Dreams. 

Sat., June 8. Dear Diary: We rested up after 
the Prom, and tonight we went to the Alumnae 

Sun., June 9. Dear Diary: I feel awfully sad 
tonight for some reason or another. Today was 
Baccalaureate, and tomorrow is the end. 

Mon., June 10. Dear Diary: This morning we 
received the prize for which we have worked for 
four years, and said good-bye to our other home. 
But although we have stormed and carried on about 
such silly things as rules, we are heartbroken because 
we must say good-bye now, perhaps forever, to our 
Alma Mater and all the dear friends we have made 

"Go, songs, and come not back from your far way: 
And if men ask you why ye smile and sorrow, 
Tell them ye grie\e, for your hearts know today: 
Tell them ye smile for your eyes know tomorrow." 



Class Prophecy 

Ruth M. Grady 

UPON my decision to attend the Graduation exercises of the College of Our Lady 
of the Elms — Class of 1945 — I made plans to go. I had met "Kay" McDonough 
and she had wished to go, too, but, due to the fact that she was now a Principal 
at the Chestnut Street School in Springfield and expected the superintendent that very 
Monday, she could not gratify her wish. So I departed alone in my trusy thirty-two Cad- 
illac, and had just turned in the driveway on the campus, when insistent honking caused me 
to investigate and there, pulling up beside me, were Clare Dugan and "Dot" Dowd. 
We quickly parked our cars, then I piled in with them and did we talk! We gave each 
other all available news, and it was then I learned that Clare was the Famous book 
reviewer and critic, who wrote under the fictitious name of C. Murray Feeney. "Dot" 
was editor of that well-known page in the Saturday Evening Post entitled Postcripts, 
and was wittily successful. She had tidings of "Bobbie" Hughes, but I already knew 
that the baby-face member of our class now had a sweet little baby of her own whom 
she had christened Edwina. Clare informed me that "Rit" O'Dea was a happy bride, 
too, and a resident of Passaic, New Jersey. I, too, had some information for them. 
Mary Houlihan was now a successful business woman — the owner of a bookstore in 
Holyoke which featured second-hand books and tolerated the very latest. Mary Galway, 
I had learned, was soon to leave for South America, where she had obtained a position 
to teach Spanish to the Spaniards. 

After these exchanges, we three made our way to the Administration Building and 
entered Veritas Auditorium, with a silence begotten of awe. We were no sooner seated 
than a sweet St. Joseph nun came up to talk to us. It was Elmeda Harty, looking as 
red-cheeked as ever, and very, very happy. She was Sister Lawrence, one of the teachers 
of French at the College. She chided us on not returning to our Alma Mater more 
often, and, after lame excuses and many promises on our part to reform, we asked about 
Margaret Waltz, and learned that she was now tutoring the children of Governor Connor 
of Massachusetts, and just loved the position. The exercises were about to begin, so 
Sister Lawrence left us to participate in the academic procession. We sighted Grace 
Kaley, but could not attract her attention, so we quelled our curiosity until the end of 
the program. There were inspiring essays, and the honor students delivered them with 
an eloquence long since traditional at "The Elms," but, of course, we knew in our 
heart they were not quite so good as the commencement speakers of '35. The Class 
Orator had for her essay "The Elms in the World," and we were indeed proud to find 
some of our very own classmates cited. Kathleen Mungiven was named and was duly 
praised for her many successful performances at New York's newest and smartest 
theatre! Mention was made, too, of Julia Toole, for the prominence she had gained 


through her new book, just out, entitled "Proper Methods for Teaching.'' Three hun- 
dred colleges had adopted it as a text-book. And the College was proud, too, of a 
distinguished interior decorator in the person of Catherine Conaty, whose reputation 
along that line had spread so that now she was in such demand that she had just been 
engaged to beautify the White House. It was also announced that Rita Mclnnis had 
been appointed Playground Supervisor in Springfield, and she was lauded for her 
successful enterprise in forming, in connection with the Playgrounds, the Children's 
Auxiliary to the S. P. C. A. We had clapped heartily on hearing this news, but when 
the Vice-President arose and announced the winner of the Via Veritatis medal was 
Miss Doris Clement, we clapped harder than ever. Her work in mobilizing students to 
active participation in Catholic Action Clubs had merited for her this coveted medal. 
She had just completed a successful campaign of organization in the South. Unfor- 
tunately, she was unable to be present for she was then attending a conference of 
Catholic Action Clubs in Washington, where she was the voice of New England. 

The exercises over, we made a bee line for Grace Kaley, and she was proudly 
sporting a diamond ring, but believe it or not, she was as reticent as ever, and put a 
"ban on" discussing the identity of the fortunate young man. She told us that "Al" 
Moline was assistant manager of Paul's Collegiate Inn, a very successful establishment 
in Amherst. Grace told us, too, of Mary Giblin, who, in school days, loved French — 
or should I say the French — and was at present touring France, but not alone, still 
determined to master the French no matter what the cost (to him). Grace had to leave, 
and we too decided it was time to depart, but not without making a visit to the new 
Chapel. It was lovely, but we couldn't help thinking of the devotional simplicity of 
our little red Chapel. Kneeling within was a familiar figure who, when she rose to 
leave, we saw was "Ceil" Ford, looking as girlish as ever in spite of being married for 
three whole years. We joined her later outside, and, after complimenting her on how 
well she locked, we discovered it was no wonder, for she had just spent a pleasant restful 
vacation of two weeks in Boston, visiting Anne McLellan, who had also enjoyed a vaca- 
tion from her very strenuous duties as Social Service Supervisor of one of Boston's 
largest districts. 

With many promises of writing and visiting, "Ceil" left us, and Clare and "Dot" 
thought it best to start for Worcester, where they were to stop off at "Fran" Hardiman's 
to celebrate her engagement to one of the youngest and most admirable admirals in the 
Navy. I, too, left for home, and was not in long when the phone rang. I answered 
and it was Irene Glista, teasing me to go into Springfield and shop and go to supper 
and a show. I agreed, and we met, but, although we had been meeting on and off like 
this, I realized that this time there was something different about "Rene," and I felt 
she was about to disclose something pretty important. It was out before long — her sister 
had been recently married and "Rene" was her bridesmaid, and the best man at the 
wedding had decided to become a groom, and had asked "Rene" to marry him. She 
said she had met him a year before, and, since then, they had been corresponding for 


he was a resident of Florida, and had found it necessary to return there to business, to 
guide and supervise a land boom. This time, however, he was to return with "Rene" 
as his wife. She was busy getting a trousseau together, and had been to New York, 
where she had picked out her bridal gown. Was I surprised when she told me that 
"Gert" Fish had designed it, and that "Gert" had also designed the rest of her trousseau! 
"Gert," or I should say, Madamoiselle Poisson, had recently been transferred from 
Montreal, so when she and "Rene" met they decided to look up "Millie" Erickson, who 
was starring in a musical comedy with Fred Astaire. The day "Rene" left New York, 
"Gert" was to go over to see Stella Shaughness, who was head of the new Donnellan 
Library in Jamaica. 

"Rene" certainly had had some news, and I had exclaimed and exclaimed. Hence 
when we met "Smitty," we were glad to hear someone else talk. "Smitty" had at last 
realized her life-long ambition, although rare in a woman, of being the owner of a 
trucking concern — for she now had the enterprising firm of Carlton & Smith, and was 
doing a thriving business. We three dined together, "Smitty" told us of Monica King's 
good luck, for her aunt had left her a sizable fortune, and she was enabled to take her 
aunt's place as leader of the Four Hundred in New York City. The three of us then 
made our way to a theatre, where we enjoyed a good picture, and, promising to go down 
to Enfield in a few days, I took leave of my Connecticut classmates, and took the last 
bus home. 

What a busy day I had had ! How full of pleasantness — indeed I was so delighted 
to have heard both directly and indirectly of my former classmates that I then and 
there determined to go more often to Graduation Exercises at O. L. E., and to keep in 
touch with those classmates and their varied activities. What a class ours was! Will 
Our Lady of the Elms ever see its like again? We hope so, but we fear not. Our best 
advice to all is 

"Although you can never be like us, 
Be as like us as you're able to be." 


Will of Class of 35 

HEN in the course of human events it becomes obligatory to depart from this 
collegiate life, we, the Class of 1935, in our customary spirit of generosity, 
being of sound minds and happy hearts, do hereby declare this to be our 
Last Will and Testament, and declare all other documents made by us to be null and void. 

In loving remembrance, we leave to our Alma Mater an era of peace and rest. After 
four riotous years, she deserves a little respite, even if it be only till next fall. Upon the 
Faculty, we bestow our heartfelt thanks for their understanding and patience. We leave 
them all our notebooks and special assignments to be used as models for their succeeding 
classes. No doubt they will use them as "What not to do" Models, but even at that 
our work shall not have been in vain. 

To the Juniors, we leave the privilege of saying the Rosary at Tuesday's Chapel, 
the delightful pleasure of sixteen philosophy exams, several "tres interessants livres fran- 
cais," an optional history class each Friday afternoon, with the hope that they will see fit 
to take the option. We also bequeath them a mechanical clapper, for which they will 
undoubtedly find good use. 

To the Sophomores, we leave all the love and gccd wishes of their Sister Class, 
several life-like forms to take their places in Chapel mornings, so that appearances at 
least, will be all right, a guide book on, "How to run your Junior Prom," and a private 
post office to take care of their daily flood of mail. 

To the Freshman Class, we leave our drag with the faculty, by which we saved our- 
selves from flunks most of the time, a little advice on how to develop the dignity that 
was ours, and a few admonitions that Holy Cross men aren't the biggest prizes in the world. 

Kathleen Mungiven leaves a rare collection of original Latin manuscripts to Kate 
McDermott, also Room 5 and permission to clean the closet at least twice a week for 
old times sake. 

Grace Kaley leaves a substitute to rendezvous with Marie Foley between classes. 

Monica King leaves her "shack" in Greenfield to Mary Lalor, so that she can take 
her classmates there on weekend parties. 

Cath Conaty leaves her sister Bunny her remarkable skill in getting inside knowl- 
edge first and infallibly. 

Ruth Grady leaves her terse style in English composition to Evelyn Welch, leaving 
as a striking example one theme containing exactly seven words, "I hope there is justice 
in heaven." There was surely justice on earth that day when Ruth wrote one sentence 
to everybody else's pages. 

Gertrude Fish leaves her "Beano Game" to Louise Welch with full instructions 
"on how to gyp the unsuspecting underclassmen." 

Elmeda Harty leaves her ability to understudy the French professor to anybody who 
thinks herself capable of filling the position. If no such person is available, Elmeda will 
give private lessons to any aspirant. 

Ceil Ford leaves the directions for her latest head dress to Margie Woodin, who 
might be able to improve upon it, but we doubt it. 

To the Junior Day students, the Senior Day Students leave the quietness that pre- 
vailed in the study hall only when Seniors were present. 

Clare Dugan leaves her room to Dot Wildman as a haven of solitude if her need is 
ever such, and to everyone attending an auction sale in said room, she will leave upon pay- 
ment of a suitable price anything they have enough money to pay for, and she doesn't want. 


Louise Smith leaves a collection of the worst looking pictures in captivity to Helen 
Olchowski to add to the inimitable collection which already graces her bureau. 

Rita O'Dea leaves Frannie O'Brien a very enjoyable trip on the gasolene train, with 
the sincere hope that her classmate will escort her there in style, and that the stove to 
warm one's feet on will still be there. 

Julia Toole leaves the mystery of solving what the "K" in her name stands for 
to Dot Cruze who might be interested in a little research work. 

Mary Galway leaves her imposing array of drug store supplies to Ann Leach, as 
well as several musical scores to make the irksome task of gargling more aesthetic. 

Mary Giblin leaves the distinctive honor of riding in her car, to all Springfield girls, 
this bequest to become effective next year when Mary won't be coming up this way anyhow. 

For the first time in six years, Kay McDoncugh leaves the school without a 

Millie Erickson leaves her seat in the front row of the philosophy class to the 
highest bidder-in the coming Junior Class, and to Rita Ford she leaves a pair of wooden 
heeled bedroom slippers to sound taps for her "Ten o'clock scholar'' classmates. 

Bobbie Hughes leaves Betty McCarthy her rose dance to add to her already extensive 
"one man show," and to Flossie Dunn she leaves her effervescence over the opposite sex. 

Alice Moline leaves a beautiful blend wig to Peg Walsh with the admonition not to 
wear it out at night lest she should frighten any weak hearted person. 

Margaret Waltz leaves her fondness for examinations, blue books and everything 
connected with them to Ruth Dunleavy. 

Mary Houlihan leaves Dot Zielinski her secret of how to be late for first period 
classes by stalling the car somewhere between Holyoke and Chicopee. 

Rita Mclnnis leaves a snappy fur coat (minimum age, seven years guaranteed) to 
Katherine Toole as a loving reminder of rumble seat rides in the cool hours of the morning. 

Doris Clement leaves to Frances Mangin a friend of a friend of hers, and to any 
aspiring Freshman a letter of introduction to one of Chicopee's most eligible. 

Stella Shaughness leaves a round trip ticket to Worcester to Mickie McCann with 
the sincere hope that she will do as well there on weekends, as Stella did. 

Mickie McLellan leaves a pass to all Springfield theatres to be used every spare 
afternoon, to Roberta Decker. Bert has only to present the pass at the box office, pay 
the admission price, and the pass is good as long as she wants to use it. 

Fran Hardiman leaves a bottle of guaranteed hair dye to Peg Murphy and a 
pamphlet entitled, "How I Kept My Bob" to Betty Hannigan. 

Irene Glista leaves her ability to scare the wits out of people who try to annoy when 
one is trying to sleep, to any Dormer who has a difficult time protecting her rights. 

The Senior boarders leave the Junior boarders their dorm, trusting that they will 
never profane it by silence and over-primness; to the Soph boarders they leave permission 
to play the radio far into the night if they so desire, and instructions on how to stay 
awake after midnight to one somnolent girl. To the Freshmen we leave only our earnest 
hope that they will realize when they are no longer Freshmen how very noisy Frosh can be. 
To one and all we wish all the joy that was ours within these walls for four happy years. 

All our best wishes, our love and our trust are yours, Our Lady of the Elms, forever. 
Our final legacy to you is the loyalty of your daughters through all the vistas of the years. 

Signed and sealed this fifth day of June, nineteen hundred and thirty-five. 

Dorothy Dowd. 
Witnessed by: 

Moon Mullins, 
Little Audrey, 
Mickey Mouse. 


Junior Class 

President, Vivian E. Wallace 
Vice-President, Margaret M. Murphy 
Secretary, Mary A. Clifford 
Treasurer, Kathleen L. O'Leary 

THE sound of music — the brightness of streamers — martial strains — all the gayety 
and color of the parade should announce the entrance of the Class of 1936. For 
this class is indeed the symbol of the highest colors, the brightest interludes of 
college life! Everything they do is done in the grand manner, and accompanied with 
spirit — joie de vivre — and spontaneity. 

Gay — they are never otherwise ; clever — they boast some of the most talented mem- 
bers of the Dramatic, Debating, and Glee Clubs; athletic — their green jerseys are seen 
swooping down the gym floor as they rush headlong into inter-class contests, and they 
have managed to be uncomfortably victorious in these contests. They are eager to do 
things, anxious to please and stretch forth willing hands for all duties. Did you attend 
their Prom? No? That's your bad luck. We cannot describe it any more than we can 
forget it. 

Exams, studies, they take them in one stride; worries, they laugh them away. Can 
you doubt their abilities to step into the lofty places of us Seniors ? If you doubt it — 
ask the Class of '36, they are ready with word and action to prove their right to be called 
the coming seniors, the up and stepping class of O. L. E. They will try anything twice, 
and succeed both times. 


Junior Directory 

Rita M. Buckley 

Margaret M. Canavan 

West Springfield 

Mary A. Clifford 

Elizabeth P. Conway 


Dorothy R. Cruze 


Alice Donellan 


Margaret M. Driscoll 


Elizabeth M. Fitzpatrick 


Philomene Gagne 


Madeline E. Garvey 

Chicopee Falls 

Claire M. Gregory 


Ruth M. Hanan 


Mary Harrington 


Dorothy A. Lucas 

Mary E. Manning 


Muriel Manning 

Kathleen McDermott 


Margaret M. Murphy 

Kathleen L. O'Leary 


Ruth P. Quinn 

Frances M. Simonick 

Helen C. Stone 


Cecilia M. Sullivan 


Vivian E. Wallace 

Indian Orchard 

Margaret M. Walsh 





Sophomore Class 

President, Louise M. Welch 
Vice-President, Mary Elizabeth Collins 
Secretary, Dorothy E. Wildman 
Treasurer, Marian R. Kennedy 

VARIETY is the spice of life — if so — the Class of '37 lacks nothing in the way of 
spice. From this let it not be inferred that they offer all spice and nothing sub- 
stantial, for their spice is just sufficient to offset their more substantial virtues. 
Steady — although still a trifle young — they have marked out the tempo of their progress 
and are advancing rapidly along the road to an A. B. degree. 

Every time this sister class of ours achieves some new goal or succeeds in some aim, 
we beam with pride — we sit back and look complacent. Did we not foretell their talent, 
their energy, and their efficiency when they first entered our portals? Have we not 
sponsored them — nay — did we not escort them on Freshman night, and initiate them into 
the friendliness and goodfellowship of an Elm's Circle? Yes, they are a credit to their 
models and teachers, worthy of one day donning our mantles. 

Although they have left the Freshman ranks, and are scaling the intellectual heights 
of Sophomore year, we still think of them as "Our Freshmen," and we still cherish them 
with a foster mother devotion. 

We opened the path to them, and they have followed it better than we planned. 
We hail you, Class of '37 — our sister class — let us clasp your hand 'ere sisters bid sisters 


Sophomore Directory 

Lucille Champoux 


Mary Elizabeth Collins 


Bernadine Conaty 


Roberta Decker 

South Deerfield 

Ruth Dunleavy 


Eileen Fleming 


Marie Foley 


Rita Ford 

East Longmeadow 

Barbara Gately 

Catherine Germaine 


Sally Hallein 

West Springfield 

Elizabeth Hannigan 


Evelyn Hennessy 


Ann Hoar 

Marion Kennedy 


Katherine King 

Chicopee Falls 

Mary Lalor 

Helen Lichwell 

Norwich, Conn. 

Anna Looney 


Elizabeth McCarthy 


Kathleen O'Neill 


Claire Reavey 


Evelyn Welch 


Louise Welch 


Dorothy Wildman 
North Adams 


Freshman Class 

President. Mary Ellen Quilty 
Vice-President. Frances R. O'Brien 
Treasurer. Rita I. Ahern 
Secretary. Elizabeth A. Maroney 

JT is a very natural thing for the old and "wise" to be restrained in rendering merited 
praise to their juniors. Perhaps that explains why college seniors always make the 
"timid" freshmen the object of their quips.. The Class of '38 will no doubt be 
anxious to see this page to find out what the venerable Class of '35 has to say about our 
Lady's cherubs. They probably can recall echoes of "green" and "verdant" as adjectives 
describing their early antics. Alas! we too recall that we used these adjectives but we 
plead that we meant them only as a safeguard against the danger of over-weening self- 
esteem. We wanted to impress upon you the seriousness of your defects (you have one — 
that of receiving more mail than any other class) so that you would not be aware of 
your numerous advantages. 

Now, however, you are well on your way to the high estate of sophomoric sophis- 
tication. Soon you will attain the sangfroid that this class holds as its special distinction: 
hence we consider it safe to let you know how glad we were to have you with us. We 
called you "green" because that was our favorite color. You were a real acquisition, 
socially and intellectually. You were a wonder class at making friends and college years 
will only cement and strengthen these friendships. Though we chided you about your 
tender years, there was a glow about you that radiated warmth and geniality in which 
we all wished to bask. 

We admit we practiced deep deception when we "put you in your place" and even 
tried to make you wear "beautiful bows" as a sign of your lowly place in academics, but 
we hope that now we have atoned — that the scales are balanced and that you understand 
that our senior dignity imposed on us the duties of "riding" you, and our senior dignity 
was the only thing that prevented us from giving you three rousing cheers. 



Freshman Directory 

Rita Ahearn 


Helen E. Auth 


Alice E. Beaubien 

Millers Falls 

Dorothy A. Brophy 


M. Virginia Campbell 

Rita L. Corridan 

Lucille N. Cushion 


Miriam T. Donovan 


Joan I. Dragon 


Florence A. Dunn 


Catherine M. Dwyer 


Sylvia M. Kilbride 

Indian Orchard 

Helen N. Killeen 

Great Barrington 

Ann J. Leach 


Kathleen Lockhart 


Frances Mangin 


Ann E. Maroney 


Louise C. McCann 


Marguerite M. Moore 

North Adams 

Margaret M. Moriarty 


Frances O'Brien 


Kathleen N. O'Brien 

Mary A. O'Brien 


Helen Olchowski 

Turners Falls 

Mary Ellen Quilty 


Miriam Reavey 

Mary A. Scanlon 


Elizabeth M. Stevens 


Ann Catherine Syner 


Katherine Toole 


Marjory Woodin 

Millers Falls 

Dorothy Zielinski 


Philosophy Club 

President, Doris M. Clement 
Vice-President, Dorothy M. Dowd 
Secretary, M. Gertrude Fish 

President, Dorothy M. Dowd 
Vice-President, Katherine McDonough 
Secretary, L. Stella Shaughness 

SOMEWHAT skeptical about a subject which openly presented so many difficulties, 
we crossed the threshold of Junior year and the Philosophy lecture room almost 
simultaneously. Before very long, we learned that "Skepticism is absurd," and 
once assured, we settled down to become philosophers. We studied Minor and Major 
Logic, Ontology and Cosmology, and joined the Metaphysical Club, electing officers to 
guide and record our discussions. Our meetings took the form of philosophical circles, 
and we grew more adept at answering objections — and at making them, — and more proud 
of our skill as the year went by. It was our pleasure to make the Sophomores and Fresh- 
men open their eyes in wonder and dismay when, in the assembly held on the feast of 
St. Thomas Aquinas, we assured them in terms philosophical that their cognitive faculties 
are per se infallible. We remembered our own experiences during past assemblies, and 
found a retributive glee in the amazed expressions they wore. These same expressions 
might be seen on Junior faces when the orals came around, for these dreaded exams 
nearly made us lose our newly acquired confidence, but they passed without the occurrence 
of any major catastrophes. 

Senior year introduced us to Ethics and more of the "ologies" — Sociology, Psy- 
chology, Natural Theology. Now that we had learned to weigh the many systems, we 
joined another club, the Catholic Action Club, and summarized and criticized theories 
that differed in few or many details from our own. When the feast of our patron saint 
again occurred, we presented a program which might well be called the "Evolution of 
Evolution," for we outlined the history of this much discussed question, and its doctrine 
as taught by the many schools. 

Through all our difficulties we have been patiently guided by a kind Professor 
who has ever manifested a friendly willingness to help, who has encouraged our ques- 
tions and aided us in understanding the answers, and who has presented our course in 
such a way as to provide the minimum of difficulties, and a maximum of interest. 

Perhaps we are not philosophers yet. In fact, we know that in two years we 
could not be expected to learn all that philosophers have compiled through the ages, 
but we feel that we have gained a new power — power to think clearly, weigh carefully, 
and draw intelligent conclusions from our reasoning. Right thinking means true econ- 
omy, and we have learned to be economical. 


Dramatic Club 

President, Kathleen Mungiven 
Vice-President, Kathleen McDermott 
Secretary, Ruth Hanan 

ONE of the most interesting and best-attended extra-curricular activities in the 
College is the Dramatic Club. Since Freshman days the members of the Class 
of 1935 have been ardent disciples of Thespia, contributing not a little to the 
success of this society, and enjoying to the utmost the parts they were allowed to play. 

The Dramatic Club conducted one-act play tournaments during each year in which 
the four classes competed. During our Freshman year the prize was material gain, but we 
did not have the good fortune to be the winners that year. The play presented by the 
Freshman class was "Castle's in Spain," and what consternation there was when two of 
the leading characters almost forgot to show up for the performance and the alarm clock 
(supposed to be substituting for a doorbell) went off at the wrong time. Sophomore 
Year we presented "Overtones," a serious type of play, but still our comedy-loving class 
managed to detract a little from its graveness when one of the pictures fell down on our 
heroine's head. Junior Year we rollicked to our heart's content in "The Hiartville 
Shakespeare Club," a comedy suitable to the abilities of '35. We won the tournament 
that year but the reward had changed from mere materialism to the singular privilege 
of presenting the play in conjunction with the annual Glee Club Concert. 

During our Junior Year the College sponsored Bulwer-Lytton's "Richelieu," which 
was a remarkable success. Several important roles were undertaken by members of our 
class. The College play of our Senior Year was "Pilate's Daughter," which was pre- 
sented to a more than capacity audience on Palm Sunday evening. It was so well received 
that the one act play tournament was dispensed with for the year, and another per- 
formance of "Pilate's Daughter" was given. 

Besides the plays, meetings are held at which stage technique, reviews of current 
plays, and talks on contemporary actors are rendered by members of the club. Kathleen 
McDermott gave an interesting talk on the Berkshire Playhouse, and Stella Shaughness, 
informally and most entertainingly, told us about Radio City Theatre, the Music Hall 
and recent performances she had seen there. 

It is with real regret that we leave the Dramatic Club to our successors. We have 
enjoyed presenting our plays very much, for in so doing, we were, for a little while, 
putting off the reality of everyday for the glamour of "Make-believe." Some of us, 
perhaps, may have our names emblazoned in the galaxy of the stars, but many of us, 
no doubt, have played our final roles in "theatrical circles." But we shall, one and all, 
keep the memory of our Dramatic Club among the happiest pictures of our College days. 



The Musical Club 

President. L. Stella Shaughness 
Vice-President, Margaret M. Murphy 
Secretary-Treasurer, Roberta Decker 
Librarians, Claire A. Reavey 
Mariam A. Reavey 

THE combined Musical Clubs of the College of Our Lady of the Elms, which 
include an orchestra, a string ensemble and a glee club, have made us proud since 
they have done much to add to the already splendid reputation the College enjoys. 
The members of the orchestra, who have given freely of their time and talent, will 
not be forgotten, for the echoes of sweet strains of music will always recall their earnest 
and successful playing. It was they who during bridges, teas and other social functions 
lightened the atmosphere and contributed so much to the pleasure and enjoyment of the 
gathering. And was it not the string ensemble that rendered so ably, beautiful selections 
which captured the vast audience at that never-to-be-forgotten performance in Springfield 

As for the Glee Club) — words fail us, for their harmonious voices, blended softly 
for Christmas Carols, successfully singing difficult selections, or "woofing" loudly like 
the Big Brown Bear, made us realize that here was a Club to be proud of, to boast of and, 
to those of us not fortunate enough to be members of it, to be a little jealous of. 

The talents of the Clubs reflect the efforts of a talented directress who gave unceas- 
ingly of her gifts and time that these Musical Clubs might be successful. She ever 
urged them on to new achievements, and we are glad to say her efforts were not in vain 
for not only privately did they make a splendid showing but publicly as well. 

None of us will forget and, if we would, outsiders could not allow us to forget how 
splendidly the Musical Clubs acquitted themselves at the concert in connection with 
Father Hubbard's Lecture at the Springfield Auditorium. There before a vast audience 
they made their important public debut and won a spontaneous ovation which surpassed 
our fondest hopes. 

Then too, at their own annual concert in Veritas Auditorium, the Clubs again proved 
worthy of the trust imposed in them, for they were again thoroughly appreciated by a 
large and responsive audience. Our Musical Clubs have arrived! 

They will miss us, of course. We hope, however, the gaps created in their ranks 
by our departure will soon be filled by more talented, perhaps, but never more loyal 

Athletic Association 

President, Kathleen L. O'Leary 
Vice-President, Vivian E. Wallace 
Secretary, Ann Hoar 
Treasurer, Frances O'Brien 

IN order that true benefit may be derived from any organization, its activities must 
be stabilized by a single unit. The Athletic Association is the single unit, the central 
pivot on which revolves the recreational life of our students. It is this band of the 
athletically inclined which directs inter-class contests, regulates athletic rules, and super- 
vises the ardous task of "collecting" dues. Because of the hustle and bustle of school 
projects, the order and system that the Athletic Association has established is oft 
neglected and too seldom does it capture the spotlight. The cheers of its loyal members 
ring out against the sturdy walls at every class contest: sister class encourages sister class 
and what vocal abilities hitherto unknown come to light as every throat strains for the 
last "Hurrah!" When June announces that the time has arrived for our annual banquet, 
we get ready for recollections of old victories and for sighs over past defeats. We 
prepare for song and jest and for the feast, to prove our ability to partake of banquet 
after banquet during one week in the year and still survive. The Athletic Association 
has held a noticeable position in the rounding out of college life and in preventing an 
"all work and no play" atmosphere from making Mary or Betty a very dull and listless 



Vice-President, Betty Hannigan 
Secretary. Margaret Clifford 

JT is customary for most people, especially members of the masculine sex, to dismiss 
the attempts of members of our fair sex to debate as mere attempts and feeble ones 
at that. We call to witness our M. J. B. Debating Society to send any such hallucina- 
tion scampering off to the four winds. We are proud of the work of this society. It 
gives us a tingle of pleasure to watch our class representatives hammer away at rebuttals, 
and, with fire in their eyes, equal any exhibitions we have attended at our brother colleges. 
The persuasiveness that constitutes forceful debating, the poise that marks a finished 
speaker, the logic that characterizes a well-planned argument are but a few of the points 
that the training in this club emphasizes. The art of speaking eloquently is a noble 
one and one that will bear fruit in later years; it will have its maturity in a graceful 
and accomplished oratory which will serve as a framework in our defense of our con- 
victions and principles. The encouragement that we needed to make pioneer steps in 
this field was always supplied without reserve by our Sister Coach ; her suggestions were 
always apt and her sympathy and friendliness such as to make us most grateful to her. 
When we ventured into the social life this year with a welcome party for our Freshmen 
members, she was ready with all her "little helps" as she called them but which were, 
in reality, "the big ones." The work accomplished in the bi-monthly meetings of this 
society can be best judged by the inter-class debates. These debates mark the crescendo 
of our debating year and are held among the four classes. The two final teams engage 
in a public debate and the enthusiasm of the whole college is divided when they bring 
forward all their arts in their efforts to prove their superiority and gain the coveted 
Memorial prize donated by Rev. J. A. Riordan of Milford, Mass. The debate over, the 
purse won, the stage empty, once more the curtain swings down on the M. J. B. Debating 
Society. All is silent, far away one seems to hear the echoes of a heated argument, the 
swaying of an ardent speaker and then, as the breeze stirs through the windows, — dark- 


Le Cercle Francais 

President, Elmeda Harty 
Vice-President, Philomene Gagne 
Secretary, Grace Kaley 

E, the students of the French classes, banded together under the supervision of 
our Sister Director, to advance the knowledge and love of French, the most 
musical as well as softest of languages. We are called Le Cercle francais. 
To accomplish our aim, a spirited debate was carried on for the benefit of all 
other students. It was resolved that: Les dramaturges francais du Heme Steele sont 
snperienrs aux dramaturges anglais dn meme siecle. So capably were both sides defended 
that we concluded they must be equal in the realm of fine literature. 

By this we obtained much practical knowledge in conversation. The value of our 
small group is unlimited. It has taught us to appreciate the language that we are learn- 
ing. It has shown us the delicacy of expression and has opened to us new fields ot 
literature hitherto unknown. We have corns in contact with the ideals and theories of 
great men. We have come to a better understanding of the customs and culture of the 
French people and the French nation through the best medium of all, French literature. 


La Corte Castellana 

President. Claire GREGORY 
Vice-President. Margaret Murphy 
Secretary. Barbara Hughes 
Treasurer. Helen Lichwell 

f^I, senorita, la lengua de los dios." and who would not admit the aptness of the 

X old legend which, relates how, after the creation of the world, Jupiter bestowed 
on Spain the language of the gods. As we approach the meeting place of 
La Corte Castellana, we hear the unmistakable rhythm of the Spanish tongue ; the 
syllables following in the syncopated rhythm of the language; the consonants like the 
click of castonets; the vowels, sonorous and sweet, like the solemn notes of a cathedral 
organ, and we murmur, "si, la lengua de los dios." 

To its members, La Corte Castellana means a glimpse of the wealth of Spanish 
literature to the enjoyment of which they may ever look forward, the acquisition of the 
background necessary for the true appreciation of the literature of not only Spain, bat 
also those Spanish-speaking nations the wide world over, and the opportunity to perfect 
themselves in the use of this ardent and melodious speech, the mother tongue of half 
this Western Hemisphere. 

A practical aspect of the Corte Castellana, this year, was its pedagogical number in 
which it presented an attractive program, showing admirably the value of direct method 

The members of La Corte Castellana who have been privileged to drink deep at 
this Pierian spring, have received refreshment and delight which will ever be a source 
of pleasure to them. They have the key to the masterworks of Cervantes and Calderon. 






No laurel wreath by great Apollo twined 

Is placed upon thy brow with Grecian rite, 
Thou art not called to wield a sceptral staff, 

Thou art not dubbed by earthly king a knight. 
But He, Who reigns on high, hast seen thy life, 

Hast known its strength, hast placed His seal on thee; 
Thy purple, standard of the royal Christ, 

Marks thee, Knight of the Cross, eternally. 

Our Alumnae 

Esther C. Barnes 
N. Brookfield, Mass. 

Helen A. Benakd 
Springfield, Mass. 

Mildred M. Clarke 
Springfield, Mass. 

Margaret Clifford 
Northampton, Mass. 

Katiierine B. Curran 
Northampton, Mass. 

Margaret M. Cusack 
Westfield, Mass. 

Mary E. Dalton 
Worcester, Mass. 

{Catherine M. Daly 
Holyoke, Mass. 

Clare A. Devine 
Springfield, Mass. 

Esther E. Devine 
Chicopee Falls, Mass. 

Oranier C. Diamant 
Springfield, Mass. 

Margaret E. Dineen 
Springfield, Mass. 

Katherine M. Donaldson 
Springfield, Mass. 

Catherine M. Dunn 
Palmer, Mass. 

Mary G. Enright 
W. Springfield, Mass. 

Margaret M. Geran 
Holyoke, Mass. 

Marie L. Gillis 
Holyoke, Mass. 

Mary F. Greaney 
Worcester, Mass. 

Cecilia E. L arose 
Holyoke, Mass. 

Gertrude M. Morrison 
Great Barrington, Mass. 

Mary V. Murphy 
Holyoke, Mass. 

Dorothy T. O'Brien 
Chicopee, Mass. 

Alice F. Schnetzer 
Springfield, Mass. 

Mary C. Shea 
Holyoke, Mass. 

Dorothy T. Adams 
Housatonic, Mass. 

Mary M. Barrett 
Holyoke, Mass. 

Helen C. Begley 
W. Springfield, Mass. 

Kathryn E. Brophy 
Waterbury, Conn. 

Rosalie M. Carroll 
Pittsfield, Mass. 

Helen J. Collins 
Springfield, Mass. 

Margaret R. Collins 
Worcester, Mass. 

Mary E. Coughlin 
Greenfield, Mass. 

Jean A. Cullen 
Lanesboro, Mass. 

Viola C. Daudelin 
Holyoke, Mass. 

Grace A. Flanagan 
Springfield, Mass. 

Dorothy K. Fleming 
Bridgeport, Conn. 

Hazel F. Ford 
Springfield, Mass. 

Margaret M. Gallivan 
Holyoke. Mass. 

Alice R. Hallein 
W. Springfield, Mass. 

Gertrude C. Hallein 
W. Springfield, Mass. 

Helen E. Hearn 
Holyoke, Mass. 

Eleanor M. Lambert 
Pittsfield, Mass. 

Mary F. Mahar 

Great Barrington, Mass. 

Margaret E. Maloney 
Leominster, Mass. 

Mary M. McDonough 

Springfield, Mass. 
Claire P. McLaughlin 

W. Springfield, Mass. 
Eileen M. Sullivan 

Holyoke, Mass. 
Gertrude B. Walsh 

Springfield, Mass. 
Ruth M. Walsh 

Springfield, Mass. 

Margaret E. Berger 
Webster, Mass. 

Mary F. Clancy 
Springfield, Mass. 

Grace M. Collins 
Springfield, Mass. 

Patricia A. Collins 
Thompsonville, Conn. 

Catherine G. Flannery 
Springfield, Mass. 

Claudia M. Fleming 
Easthampton, Mass. 

Florence M. Fortin 
Chicopee, Mass. 

Catherine B. Gannon 
Adams, Mass.- 

Alice L. Hanan 

Holyoke, Mass. 
Eileen M. Larkin 

Holyoke, Mass. 
Mary E. Lynn 

Easthampton, Mass. 
Marjorie I. McManus 

Fitchburg, Mass. 
Clara M. Moynahan 

Chicopee, Mass. 

Rose A. O'Keefe 

Turners Falls, Mass. 
Eleanor F. Peck 

West Springfield, Mass. 
Beatrice G. Smith 

Worcester, Mass. 
Mary W. Sullivan 

North Brookfield, Mass. 
Edna M. Wood 

East Springfield. Mass. 


Mary Cook is now sojourning at New Jersey State College for Women. We had 
two happy years of her sunshiny company before she left us with a "hail and farewell, 
pals !" 

Laura Cacace enjoyed to the full the splendid opportunities of our college while 
she was our classmate. Now we are sure that Webster Groves is proud to claim this 
travelling collegian, who sought from everything the best. 

Greenfield is fortunate to hold safe in its arms the gay young person whom we 
knew as "Betty" Kelleher. "Betty" to us was friend and playmate — her presence 
kept us bright — her memory we still keep bright. 

Marian Vincent's stay with us lasted but a few short months, yet we remember 
many happy Freshman Days with her. After leaving "The Elms," she went to Art School 
to devote herself to her favorite talent. 

"Mickie" Murray, who was with us for three memorable years, is now residing 
in Pennsylvania and has changed her name to Mrs. Joseph G. Ambrose. We know her 
life will be just as full of sunshine as her college years were. 


Sodality of the Blessed Virgin Mary 


OUR LADY OF THE ELMS — a new title for the queen of heaven, and one 
which in our estimation holds all the glory of divine respect and all the beauty 
of eternal love. For seven years our Sodality has given, at the outset of the year, 
a priceless gift to every member. It has given to her daughters the "Mother of fair love, 
and of knowledge and of holy Hope,'' who has always been the ideal toward which 
they tend. Under careful direction and supervision we, as Sodalists, have studied the 
qualities of Mary and have through the work of the Sodality showed ourselves to be her 
children in action as well as in word. Our Rev. Director and Sister Directoress incul- 
cated in us their own spirit of spiritual strength and supernatural love and by their own 
zeal and fortitude spurred us on when the path was rocky. From them we learned the 
sweetness of being "Mary's Handmaids." Through the work of the Sodality we came 
to a realization of what Catholic Action truly means, we obtained a just estimate of 
Catholic literature and began to be on familiar terms with modern as well as past 
Catholic writers. At every meeting some Catholic topic was clothed in vital words and 
vigorously presented by the members of one of the four major committees who planned 
and executed the meetings. However, Sodality meetings were not entirely business-like; 
we had our socials where laughter was king and the very rooms trembled with the 
joyous spirit of our voices lifted in exultation and we had our spiritual meetings, the 
loveliness of which, like incense, will be wafted back to us in remembrance holding us 
close to the heart of Mary. The heart of Mary has been our aim. We have striven by 
the rungs of the ladder of devotion to climb into that haven of rest and peace, we have 
desired to taste the sweet fruits of Mary's benignity, to be the singers of Mary's praises 
to build our characters in the form of her character, and the Sodality has been our means 
to the accomplishing of this end. Now when the blossoms of May are stretching out 
their colors and fragrance to you, O Mother, now when all peoples are chanting "Tis 
the month of our Mother" we bid the Sodality good-bye, but there are no farewells for 
thee; O Mother most dear; our whispered words to thee are "Regina Caeli Jubila, 
Gaude Maria," for we, thy children, will always stand with tributes of the flowering of 
our hearts. 


Social Events 

Junior Prom 

General Chairman. Dorothy Dowd 

Ex-Officio, Grace Kaley 
Patrons and Publicity. Alice Moline Music. Barbara Hughes 
Tickets, Rita McInnis Supper, Monica King 

Programs and Favors. Doris Clement Decorations. Catherine Conaty 

HAPPY memories of happy moments! After months of planning the looked-for 
night arrived in all the glory of sub-zero weather. The hustle and bustle ceased — 
calm and serenity appeared from the confusion. We arrived, we entered, we 
gasped. A veritable fairyland of winter stretched out before us. Moon and stars glowed 
and twinkled; the purple of the sky was mingled with the silvery glint overhead. A 
snow man, of great proportions and with all the winter coloring even to his nose, 
laughed merrily at us as we danced by to the music of Bill Dehey's Orchestra. At the 
midnight hour, we paused for refreshment, then continued our dancing until the last 
musical note died away. Thus, with the glow of purple and the sparkle of silver we 
added one more social success to our calendar of college events. Fairyland vanished 
and we entered another, its twin, but so much colder, that we wished in vain for the 
first again. 


Senior Prom 

General Chair man, Alice Moline 

Chairman Ex-Officio, Frances Hardiman 
Programs and Favors. Clare Dugan Decorations. Catherine Conaty 
Refreshments. Dorothy Down Music, Stella Shaughness 

Tickets. Mary Louise Smith Patrons-Publicity, Barbara Hughes 

A HAPPY bevy of voices, well-groomed youth, soft music added to the enchant- 
ment of our hours on the Promenade Deck of the good ship Elms, steered by 
our own crew, the class of 1935 under the captain, Alice Moline, who together 
piloted our bark safely to and through the memorable hours of our parting prom. Our 
colors of purple and silver were hoisted far and high over sounds of revelry. Never 
did a ship in the world carry colors more proudly than curs, as we tripped gaily aboard 
in the early evening at the dock of Our Alma Mater. We gloried in her strength as 
we danced to the soft, melodious strains drifting through the kaleidoscopic atmosphere 
We, her passengers and crew, stopped only for the relaxation of the luncheon. Tinkling 
laughter, soft voices, merry repartee were condiments of the repast. Our last voyage 
was the merriest, and the one to be stored up in our memory until time shall be no more. 

The morning came quietly in upon sandals of peace. Shadows of beauty tranquilly 
stirred on her deck. She was a ship of her time on which we held this, our senior 
promenade, and in whose atmosphere we played proudly the part of happy hostesses. 
It was a never-to-be-forgotten sight and night. Of all the many marvelous ships, the 
sturdy bark Elms will ever appeal to us, as the strongest, the loveliest and the stateliest 
in the collegiate flotella of the world. 

We left her and walked down the gangplank into the dawn with our hearts filled 
with triumph and gratitude for our most joyous college night. From this, our Ship 
of '35, manned by her crew of 27, we say, to all farers on ways upon water or earth: 

"Though you have conquered Earth and Chartered Sea 
And planned the courses of all Stars that be. 
Adventure on, more wonders are in thee, 
Adventure on, for from the littlest clue 
Has come whatever worth man ever knew, 
The next to lighten all men may be you." 

And thus exulting in her triumph we bade a fond farewell and turned to meet the 
coming dawn. 


Elms' Night 

TO make our Freshmen feel that they "really belong," the first social event of the 
year is always held in their honor. The Seniors act as big sisters and guides, and 
show them the best (and worst) fun possible. We wondered how this party 
would turn out, for — just confidentially — the Freshmen didn't look quite so "green" 
as we had felt when we had been the guests at a similar party a few years before. 

Our reception began in the refectory, where supper was served by candlelight, in 
the midst of attractive decorations and happy songs. Supper over, our guests became 
our "victims," but only for a short time, and we claim that our success in discovering 
latent talent justified the forfeits we imposed upon our newest schoolmates. Games and 
dancing, with prizes for both, brought our reception to a close, and when the evening 
was over, we counted the new Freshmen among our old friends. 

Silver Bridge 

THE social season of the Sodality was inaugurated with great success by a Silver 
Bridge held in our spacious gymnasium. It was capably directed and supervised 
by the Prefect, Clare Dugan and Alice Moline, the general chairman, and presented 
an autumn scene in its manifold colors which only nature can display. Our Reverend 
Director, Father Lane, helped us to put our guests at ease. When the card playing was 
ended, a luncheon was served by members of the Sodality. Prizes were announced and 
a merry spirit prevailed. 

The social success of this event contributed much encouragement to the whole col- 
legiate body for our many future plans already being advanced. 


The Hallowe'en Party 

GHOSTS and goblins were the least of the many appalling appari- 
tions present at the Hallowe'en party given to us Seniors by a 
thoughtful sister class. "Strange sights never seen on land or 
sea" mingled with still stranger sights in an atmosphere of enthusiastic 
friendliness. Our Sophomore sisters answered every requirement for 
perfect hostesses, and we enjoyed in turn the games, dancing, and 
traditional Hallowe'en lunch they served: What if they did make us 
"sing for our suppers" — do foolish things not conducive to the main- 
tenance of our newly-acquired dignity? We were rewarded with appro- 
priate and attractive prizes. And on Hallowe'en, we didn't want to 
be dignified, anyway. 

Soft lights and spooks gave way to bright lights, laughter and 
song, and the evening passed all too soon. But the pictures, the fun, 
and the kindness of our sister class still live and glow in memory. 

Christmas Party 

THE annual Christmas party sponsored by the Sodality of the Blessed Virgin was 
heralded by the students to the strains of "Silent Night," and Christmas carolling, 
and solos by Frances Mangin, Margaret Murray and Francis Hardiman, in the 
soft light of the rotunda. The atmosphere was furnished by Christmas decorations, a 
resplendent Christmas tree and later by the arrival of a jolly St. Nicholas. This guest 
performed her duties by distributing gifts which brought forth laughs of glee and 
happy smiles. 

We were deeply honored by the presence, as guest of honor, of our Right Reverend 
Bishop O'Leary, who contributed much to the social success of our gaiety by announcing 
the fact that our own vice-president of the College, Father Doyle, was to be invested 
with a Monsignori. Pleasure knew no bounds when this announcement was received. 
After lunch we left this charming atmosphere and went out into the cold night with 
thoughts of good will to everyone and peace upon earth to all men. 


The Mother-Daughter Tea 

ALTHOUGH we could never express, in a single afternoon, our appreciation of 
four years of sacrifice, we strove to convey to our mothers, at the Mother- 
Daughter Tea, some slight idea of all that is constantly in our hearts. This was 
an event of May 11, the day before Mother's Day, and, as was but fitting, our tribute to 
our mothers was conducted by the Sodality of the Blessed Mother. We played bridge 
with our guests in the gymnasium, which was attractively decorated with apple blossoms 
and other spring flowers, and, following the bridge game, we enjoyed with them a varied 
program presented by members of the Sodality. Tea time arrived, with its accompany- 
ing and delectable dainties, and the afternoon drew to its close before we had really 
realized its beginning. We were happy that the social program of our Sodality had 
provided the opportunity to honor our mothers, and to introduce them to our surround 
ings and our friends. 

The Annual Reception 

OUR Sodality year reached its climax in the evening of May 14, when the annual 
reception of the new members took place. The solemn procession of new and 
old members, the devotional atmosphere surrounding all, the impressive sermon 
given by Father Reilly and finally the formal enrolment — all made this ceremony one 
of the most memorable and brought the Sodality year to a fitting close. 



Elmata Staff Directory 

Editor-in-Chief, Doris M. Clement 
Assistant Editor, Alice R. Moline 
Associate Editors 

Katherine T. McDonough, Kathleen F. Mungiven, Margaret H. Waltz 

Art Editor 
Catherine C. Conaty 

Humor Editors 
Dorothy M. Dowd, Ruth M. Grady 

Business Manager 
Grace C. Kaley 

Assistant Business Managers 
Mary A. Houlihan, F. Barbara Hughes 


Class Song 

Sturdy and staunch and high, the Elm Tree grows, 
UnbufTeted by winds, by storms, by snows; 
Far-reaching is its fame o'er all the land, 
Far-reaching is thy name, O College grand. 
And even when our path is dark and drear 
We'll see through hastening gloom thy banner clear, 
Our love will never die, never grow old, 
But live forever in thy "Green and Gold." 

O Alma Mater, ever loyally, we pledge our hearts, our lives, our trust to thee, 
We'll be forever till eternity, most true, Our Lady of the Elms, to thee. 

And now Green hills are crowned with Golden light, 

As colors flood the west, heralding night ; 

Aloft we see thy tower noble and high, 

Outlined in majesty against the sky. 

Oh, may it ever stand down through the years, 

Oh, may it never know sorrows or tears, 

But be our beacon light where'er we are, 

Shining undimmed and bright, our guiding star. 

O Alma Mater, ever loyally, we pledge our hearts, cur lives, our trust to thee, 
We'll be forever till eternity, most true, Our Lady of the Elms, to thee. 

Dorothy M. Dowd. 


Shakesperian Institute 

ORDS, — mere words, of what avail are they in describing 
the work of such an artist as Dr. Paulding? With delicate 
touch and manly strokes he blends the shadows and lights 
of the old classics, giving us a love for the old masters. Like a magic 
wand his skill throws a curtain over himself and we see the broken 
Cardinal Richelieu, the greedy Shylock, the beautiful Juliet, the cunning 
Lady Macbeth. The innovation of the Shakesperian Institute was a 
testimony of our appreciation of this actor who, without scenery or 
the support of a cast, could make us react to the great plays. And 
so we can only say with Shakespeare: 

"His deeds exceed all speech." 


Father Hubbard 

ON a cold, sparkling, snowy night, we packed into the Springfield Auditorium and 
met not only a noted scientist, but an entertaining and charming priest; for 
Father Hubbard fuses the two very successfully. Although as a geologist his 
work is the focus of world-wide attention, and although he has garnered a multitude 
of golden opinions for his intrepid investigations, we were chiefly attracted to him 
because of his own magnetic personality. He left the impress of skilled mind and keen 
intellect. His voice rang with the sincerity of a stalwart character: his smile told of the 
big heart that loves Alaska because it has souls to save. The facts that he presented 
were cold and clear; charged with meaning for the scientist, they might have become 
obscure for us if the delivery, manner, and radiant enthusiasm of the man himself had 
not galvanized them into warm colors and lively vividness. Under his leadership, we 
voyaged up through the "New Valley of Ten Thousand Smokes," we traversed treacher- 
ous quicksands with him, and we camped in the midst of the petrified forest, and voted 
Father Hubbard the world's best cicerone. During this enchanting trip, through a 
world that was unreal and ghostlike, we learned many new facts, we came upon many 
interesting discoveries (the discovery that New England Winters offer a colder brand 
of weather than Alaska does was the most startling), but above all we were the witnesses 
of an epic of courage. The fearlessness, optimism and humor of a great man were 
revealed to us. Here was a man of deepest Christian Faith. In his exposition of the 
truth, he showed us the way to the source of truth, and, as scientist and priest, he held 
out, to us his basic principle, "NATURE'S LAWS POINT THE WAY TO NATURE'S 
GOD." The all-embracing eagerness of his expression, the friendliness and the candor 
of his smile, made us acutely aware of the charm of this eminent priest, and while his 
achievements command our admiration and respect, his spirit recalls to our minds the 
IN A NAME." You have gained renown, a glorious name is yours, but we give to 
you the greater glory, eternal memory in humanity's pulsating heart. 

It will be an abiding source of pride that it was during our Senior year that 
memorable gathering packed the Auditorium, with an audience that thrilled Father 
Hubbard as profoundly as his daring achievements and deep scholarship and kindly 
discourse thrilled us. We might call ourselves "The Father Hubbard Class" at the 
College of Our Lady of the Elms. 


Thar's Gold in Them Thar Hills 


Written and Produced by Hardiman, Clement, Hughes and Dowd 



Jack Dalton.. 
Phil Abuster. 

Louise Welch 

"Al" Moline 

"Dodo" Clement 
Sheriff Wattletoes.... 

Our Nell 

Penelo pe 

Mrs. Abuster 

Stella Shaughness 

"Dot" Dowd 
"Peg" Walsh 
"Dot" Lucas 


Our Nell was a wistful maiden just in the bloom of life, 

Papa was a hopeful parent who wanted to make her a wife; 

Now Nell would have been a Mrs., but one thing put that home in a bluster, — 

She wanted the gallant Jack Dalton, and he the suave Phil Abuster. 

Now this is the plot, my children, so hark! while I tell it to you, 

How papa was foiled by Abuster who would have foiled poor Nell, too, 

If it hadn't been for Jack Dalton who came in the nick of time 

Our Nell would have been a poor blossom plucked before its prime. 

Phil heard of some land papa had, that teemed with hidden gold, 
And papa, not knowing its value, that land to Phil soon sold. 
The villain planned to sneak away under the cover of night, 
Holding the deed to the homestead and Nell aswoon with fright. 

But in rushed the gallant Jack Dalton, a noble hero was he, 
Right up to our Nell he hurried, and dropped upon his knee, 
"Fair maid, list not to his pleading. Be mine if you value your life, 
For Phil the Fiend is a robber with ten children, — and a wife." 

She swooned, poor father whitened, Phil tried to slip away, 
But the sheriff caught the villain and he lived to rue the day. 
And pa said, "Bless you, children." Now if you'd like some thrills 
Just see our Jack and Nellie in "Thar's Gold in Them Thar Hills." 

Copywronged by the authors. Permission to use this play may be obtained by writing to anyone. 
The first fifty performances are the hardest. 


Who's Who 

People approach us and often ask: 
"Who's who this year, in the Senior Class?" 
So we've set ourselves to perform the task, 
And solved the problem for every lass. 

strongest C haracter Mary Houlihan 

famous L augh Barbara Hughes 

pet A timer "I'm Excused, Father" 

outstanding S ophisticate Rita O'Dea 

sunniest S mile Mildred Erickson 

persistent O ptimist Rita McInnes 

greatest F ault Not Hearing Bells 

most N atural Ruth Grady 

most I ndifferent Mary Louise Smith, Anna McLellan 

most N aevose Mary Galway 

most E fficient Alice Moline, Katherine McDonough 

most T actful Gertrude Fish 

most E nergetic Julia Toole 

most E xpletive Catherine Conaty, Monica King 

most N onsensical Ceil Ford 

favorite H umorist Jack Benny 

favorite U rider graduate Louise Welch 

favorite N ight Dark 

favorite D /version Knitting 

favorite R ule None 

favorite E ncampment Wherever There's Food 

favorite D epartment-store Red and Gold Gift-Shop 

best A uthor Dorothy Dowd 

best N ight-haivk Margaret Waltz 

best D iplomat Frances Hardiman 

so T echnical Grace Kaley 

so H ard-up - "Me" 

so I ronical Clare Dugan 

so R esponsive Bed-springs 

so T emperamental Kathleen Mungiven 

so Y ielding "No, No, a thousand times, No!" 

unusually F rank Mary Giblin 

unusually I ncredulous Elmeda Harty, Irene Glista 

unusually V erdant Stella Shaughness 

unusually E fervescent Doris Clement 




All exams but especially orals. 

Being campused for no obvious reasonable reason. 

Tuesday morning — third period. 

Rain on Wednesday, Saturday and Sunday. 

Getting an 89- 

French class and the agony of not knowing what to expect. 

Having your resittings worse than your first ones. 

Not getting the last period off when it's the day vacation is to begin. 

Having to conduct class with your own classmates as your class. 

In the midst of a confab with your neighbor to hear your name suddenly called for 

Someone not getting the joke you tell. 

To see someone hand in three bluebooks to your one. 

Not to get the expected letter. 

To have the knock on the door during classes not be for sister. 

To forget so often in Oral Expression class that you have to get up a second time. 

Being deprived of some Senior privilege. 

Ready to take notes and having no ink in your fountain pen. 

Being told "that was never done before." 

To go to class without cuffs and have to depart for some. 

Bringing outside information to Methods class. 

When the "gal" you love steals the "pal" you love. 

When the makeshift scenery falls down in the midst of the play. 

When D. Dowd, D. Clement and F. Hardiman even look at the mop. 

When you bring a man to the prom and a kind friend borrows not only the man but 

the dress that you are wearing. 
When we tried to play golf on the back campus. 
When anybody at anytime is asked to do any work. 
Choir rehearsal on a Saturday night. 

When the Juniors and the Seniors are together in the study hall. 

When they post your name for not paying Sodality dues and you see a sign "Cash and 

Carry" for books. 
When a bridge and football game fall on the same day. 

When there is no girl in the school big enough to play the part of Santa Claus at the 

Christmas Party. 
When a holiday and a Holy day come together. 

"Who re you taking to the Prom? Oh, do I know him? Sure, I think he's the one 
I went with last year." 


Quotable Quotes 

On your front window you'll rind Harvey with his circulatory system. 

For your next lesson go back to Great Britain and Ireland. 

Now we'll take the life of Lucretius. 

Take away rationality from man and what have I? 

We haven't seen Fr. Faber in class yet. 

That's the way your muscles look when you take off your skin. 

Is a tender conscience ever rare? 

We'll take Stella for a planet. 

It was a normal girl giving a lesson. 

It's too bad that we can't go on for another 100 years. 

No one has the right to expose life, limb, or health for the gratification of idle curiosity. 

He died without ever regaining his health. 

You're not sick you only think you are. 

I am an ape — Glory be! 

You have no permission to sit down. 

Ask the dean. Which Dean? 

Tell me what I do after I've done it. 

Have we said the prayer yet girls? 

Did anyone see the three dark clouds last night? 

She's got the measles. 

Keep him waiting 15 minutes — he'll appreciate you more. 

Who will carry the bier? 

Where are the Christian women? 

A "hymn'' to be reverent doesn't have to be slow. 

The second line begins with "me". 

A joint is a place where two bones come together. (Boneheads.) 

One of the most beautiful spots in Enfield is a bridge which was built so that they could 

cross to the other side. 
Hold the "flee" and drop the "but." 

During the Shakesperian Institute: "What night are they going to give that play by 

What a multitude of "shins" these gowns hide. 
That paper isn't fireproof. I put a match to it and it burned. 

That's the wrong answer and I'm glad that you gave it. (The kind of teacher we like.) 

"It's a beautiful day!" (With appropriate Gestures.) 

I am not the worst singer in the school. She's down the hall. 

Teacher arriving late, "Never do this, girls it's bad pedagogy." 

I borrowed this but improved on it. 

You're welcome girls. 



A Mechanical Paradox 

HEN the world is so full of those little articles — paradoxes — 
we wish to call your attention to the fact that we have one, 
too. We'll call her Ellie, because we never were clever at 
choosing fitting appellations. Ellie is located quite near the center of 
our administration building, but "a little more to the right than to the 
left." What floor is Ellie on? At present, we don't know. 

Ellie is very simple in structure, but at the same time she is bound 
up in red tape. Ellie is such a pet that a child could have lots of fun 
with her, but we Seniors approach her with caution. Sometimes we 
ride on her back, and what an "uplifting" thought when we "descend" 
in safety. On the other hand, what a "let-down" to find a reception 
committee awaiting us after we have "risen." Do we feel "elevated" 
then? Not at all. We feel very "low," in spite of the heights to 
which we have "ascended." 

Another queer contradiction in Ellie. Even when business is 
"picking up," she records this fact "in the red." Elevation and de- 
pression are all one to Ellie. We might judge from this that Ellie 
has no intellect, but she must have at least a certain instinct, for she 
easily distinguishes between faculty and student demands, responding 
much more frequently to the former. 

Inaccessible Accessibility — our nearest description of this pet who 
is always with us, but always against us. 


The Prom 

All is gay, each heart is happy, 
And the golden moon shines bright, 
Gleaming dresses softly swishing 
In each changing colored light. 

Shadows falling all around us, 
Listening to the music sweet, 
Joy aesthetic soon is sorrow, 
"Hey, bohunk, get off, my feet!" 


Scenes You Cannot Picture 

"Al" Moline not bringing the daily letter to "Bobby." 
Mary Houlihan without the outside reading in English done. 
Kathleen Mungiven staying at table for the entire meal. 
"Rit" O'Dea not arriving back from vacations late. 
Grace Kaley not saying "please and thank you." 

"Dot" Dowd not being capable of superb imitations of dramatic stars. 
Clare Dugan not bidding her next door neighbor a cheery good-night and a gay good- 

Omitting the weekly paragraph in literary appreciation. 

Mary Galway not attending orchestra practice. 

Elms seniors with one night out a week. 

Going without a uniform to breakfast. 

"Gert" Fish having a party without any complications. 

Julia Toole not being excused from Philosophy. 

Mary Giblin not saying "Have you done the French yet? It's terrible." 
Guessing the correct answer in Philosophy of History class. 

"Millie" Erickson without three days Philosophy homework completed and perfected in 

"Fran" Hardiman opening the window without keeping her winter coat on. 

"Bobbie" without a new underclassman crush. 

"Smithy" not believing in "Homely" Philosophy. 

A couple of new faces at extra-curricular activities. 

One of the Seniors not getting her fan mail from Charlie Atlas. 

"Millie" Erickson spending time on her hair. 

Grace Kaley tying belts. 

Doris Clement knowing the answers to difficulties in philosophy. 

"Ceil" Ford and Mary Galway palling around together. 

Clare Dugan being generous. 

"Bobbie" Hughes with a baby face. 

Stella Shaughness helping somebody out. 

Ruth Grady in a Ford. 

"Rit" O'Dea being snappily dressed. 

Mary Giblin not liking a noisy home room. 

"Rene" Glista taking a ride in that Packard. 

The Seniors agreeing to disagree. 

"Fran" Hardiman with lovely red hair. 

"Smitty" having a heart interest. 

Julia Toole looking up the sources. 

Elmeda Harty being outspoken. 

"Dot" Dowd writing poetry. 

"Cath" Conaty being artistic. 

Anna McLellan cutting a class. 

Margaret Waltz being serene. 

Rita Mclnnis being complimentary. 

"Monnie" King exaggerating anything. 


Classroom Classics 

Senior Student: Not all sponges grow on rocks. 
Pro jess or: We won't go into that. 

Oral Expression Student (dramatically): Why hast thou forsaken me? 
Voice in the Rear: I don't blame him. 

We didn't have Bacon. 

(In loud whisper) : Are we going to have it? 

Is there anybody in that seat opposite you, Alice? 

("Al" walking around the seat) : I don't see anybody, Sister. 

Prof.: Have you any difficulties? 
Deep Silence. 

Prof.: Well, there are some on Page 7. 

Prof.: How can we refute St. Anselm, when he was a saint? 
Bright Senior: Maybe he reformed. 

Taking notes on Kipling's "Captains Courageous." 
"Bobbie" : Sister, how do you spell "Scourageous." 

Seniors (dining out): "What are you going to have for dessert?" 
Senior: Pie a la mode with ice cream. 

Puzzled Group: What's the opposite of synonymous? 
"Frauie" : Anonymous, of course. 

Student in bed at 6.30: I have a headache. I don't think I can go to Mass. 
Sister in charge: Get up and stand out on the floor and see if it still aches. 

Betty H.: I had a tonsorial operation. 
Stella S.: Did it hurt? Did you take ether? 

Prof.: I have had brighter classes in this matter. 
O. L. E. Senior: You mean more gullible. 

Sister in Biology: Now we take off the Scelerotic coat. 
Budding Young Biologist: Ah! Spring is here. 



We, too, have known the triumph of the dawning, 
When breaks the mist to let the sunshine through; 
And we have felt the early breeze of morning, 
And pierced the very summit of the blue. 
We, too, have known the glory of the noon day 
Have given our hopes, ambitions fullest sway. 
We, too, have known the quiet of the sunset, 
Have strolled with courage toward its fading glow; 
And we have seen our colours dimmed by twilight, 
Have known the dawn, the sunset, and now must go. 





and Godspeed *H 


The Class of 1936 

Best Wishes 

0/ the 

Sister Class 

Compliments of 
the Class of 





Springfield's Most Friendly Hotel 

Home of the Tourist 
and Commercial Traveler 




When in Springfield make the Clinton Hotel your home 

The Electric Power required 
at the College of Our Lady 
of the Elms, for light and 
other purposes, is furnished 
by the Municipal Electric 
Light Department of the City 
of Chicopee 

Municipal Electric Light Board, 



For CLASS of 1935 

Brown Studio 

Studio and Home Portraiture 

1331 Main Street Springfield, Massachusetts 

Phone 6-4507 

Compliments of 




Steam y Hot Water and Furnace Heating 

Crawford Ranges Kitchen Qoods 


Compliments of 

The Grise Funeral Home 

Greetings and Best Wishes 




730 State St. Tel. 2-5511 500 Belmont Ave. 

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Invitations, Diplomas 

Jewelers to the Senior and Junior Classes 
of tn** Ooilpcff* of our 

Lady of the Elms 


243 Pearl Street, New York 

Manufacturing Jewelers and Stationers 


Office Phone 3-0158 Res. Phone 6-1398 

Compliments of 


Plumbing - Heating - Ventilating 

Apparel, Furs and 

Contracting and Engineering 
Air Conditioning 



Misses and Women 

31 Sanford Street, Springfield, Mass. 




Compliments of 

The Ely Lumber Company 

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Lumber Merchants and Woodworkers 
Holyoke, Mass. 



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Fine Confectionery 

290 Chestnut St. Springfield, Mass. 


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DflRD National Bank Buiidino 
Springfield, Mass 

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Tames A. McGrath 

Medals, Pins, Badges 


A 7 • • "K T 7 • 

Advertising Novelties 

854 Old South Building 
Boston, Mass. 


Tel. Liberty 4899 

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New York Cash Market 

31 Center St. Chicopee, Mass. 

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Will's P)rna Strrrp 

Chicopee, Mass. 

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Market Square Diner 

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Guimond's Drug Store 

F> T T-f PRPR T Pmhriftnr 

234 Exchange Street 
Phone 700 


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igolden and Yale Dry 



Telephone 605 


Coal, Fuel Oil, Coke 

Telephone 1201-R 
Chicopee, Massachusetts 


Dealer in 

Pasteurized Milk and Cream 

Telephone 1406 

65 Taylor Street, Chicopee Falls, Mass. 


Dignified - Dependable 

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576 STATE ST. Tel. 6-1117 

Compliments of 

Springfield Public Market 


Main Street Springfield, Mass. 


48 Westford Circle Springfield, Mass. 

Telephone 3-3062 

M c Glynn & O'Neil 

Optometrists and Opticians 


1383 Main Street, Springfield, Mass. 

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McCarthy & Simon, Inc. 

School and Camp 

7-9 West 36th Street New York 

lust off Fifth Avenue 

"Ask t/ieJSchco/i and Camps we Outfit" 
Established 1912 


Commission Merchants 

and Wholesale Dealers in 

Fruit and Produce 


Lyman St. Springfield, Mass. 

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1337 Main Street 
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Holyoke s Leading 

259 High St. Holyoke, Mass. 

E. O. Smith Sales Co. 

Wholesale Qrocers 


Sweeney Funeral Service 


Philip T. Sweeney 
William A. Sweeney 


54 Locust St. Tel. 2-0011 

Compliments of the 

Fleming Foundry Co. 

Framing, Regilding, Restoring 
Best of quality at Reasonable Prices 

J. H. MILLER CO., Inc. 
21 Harrison Ave. 

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Hampden Paints 

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Memorial Clinic 

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General Contractors 

Holyoke, Mass. 

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246 Exchange St Chicopee, Mass. 
Tel. 1135 

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8 Center St. Chicopee, Mass. 

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A. J. Stonina &. F. J. Tabaka 

Dealers in Terraplane, Hudson, Buick and Oldsmobile 

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Jewelers and Opticians 

Since 1891 

187 High Street Holyoke, Mass. 

Mason Supplies, Sand and Qravel 


Four Qood Drug Stores 
Simon A. Flynn Cor. Cabot and Bridge Sts. 
Flynn Drug Co. Cor. Maple and Sargeant Sts. 
Vincent Drug Co. Cor. Main and Cabot Sts. 
Flynn Drug Co. Willimansett, Mass. 
" Trade at the one most convenient" 

Compliments oj 


Prop. Chicopee Public Market 

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Morris Fur Storage Co., Inc. 

Chicopee's Oldest Milk Concern Tuberculin Tested Milk Only 

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C. P. Chase <Sl Co. 

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